toes of hand-me-down shoes tip-toe
closer & closer to water's edge.
she's wondering how it would be like to just keep walking
until thoughts are submerged & she is no longer breathing.
stopping existing if even only for a second,
her sweetest delight; the feeling of nothing.
she is flying off into infinity,
alive yet missing.
an empty vessle for others' pleasure.
slave to the bottle, lusting for white smoke.
she cries out across the open water.
somebody please save her.






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