I could drown in here you know
on this too-bright sunshiny day
and the turtle,
swimming lazily by
would look at me,
a mild curiosity
and then impatiently ask me to get on with it
because the black ink trickling from my eyes
is quite improper
on such a lovely day
Obligingly,
I would drown
allowing the cool, briny water
to fill me up,
and push you out
leaving no trace.
I despise my own weakness
that you could kill me so easily
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