Saturday, January 29, 2011

99: Animosity

We’re at sea, hanging onto the splinters of a sunken boat. Minutes before, we fought, a routine battle in our ongoing epic.  Then the sinking--the ocean itself bored of our conflict. The sky grays, the water swells, soon we’ll disappear.  But who goes first?  I want it to be you as I’m tasting seawater, feeling my legs becoming cast iron. I’m sure you feel the same.

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