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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