Boys will be boys
Whispers of what happened;
Truths I’ll never know.
A thin, hollow echo.
The sky didn’t take me then.
The water won’t help me now.
Treading,
Slipping,
Sinking.
A fresh start obliterated
Before I had the chance to shine.
In a gutter,
Below the surface.
On the boat,
Beneath the shallows.
I can swim.
I can flee.
I can’t swim.
Never free.
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