The Drowning

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The water was turbulent
The color of ink
Murky and foreboding

I prayed for time

I jumped into the fray

Searching
My arms and legs moved quickly like tentacles
Hoping for a connection

I sensed her

Reaching

I held her

She panicked and flung herself from my grasp

I felt her

Slide past, descending into her watery grave of a dreamless rest

© Cynthia Martz 2013
4/27/13

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Author: cryominute

In my mind are the castles of a realm unseen Come, join me on my flight

I'm listening for the "Whispers"

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