I fell

Like liquid ghosts,
Putting their finger on my agony
Drowning in his ebony, charcoal, hole
Head submerged but toes still falling,
I’ve already bruised
before. Again,
my throat is rasp,
my tongue is dry
He releases his and mosquitoes fly
looking more like butterflies,
My veins collapse,
my skin turns hard
flakes out of the sea
escapes my tragedy.

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