water laden corpse of adoration

drowning in it
today
just my middle finger
extended
to let them know
that even as
i sink
this is my choice
not due to her
or her icy fingers
rearranging
my guts
into a knotted
self indictment
on the
pressures of isolation
in the
heart of depression

always leave them
wondering
as the corpse
washes
onto the beach

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