#417-Nightmare
21/09/2018
You’re running away.
I recognize the little toe.
I know her well.
Curled next to her sister.
Ocean waves,
Like ice mountains,
Revolting,
Crumbling,
Letting go.
I can’t.
I need you.
Don’t die before me.
That’ll be hell.
My own,
Personal,
Unbearable,
Hell.
Don’t.
Please.
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