Before you I was drowning, but you threw me a rope. I only saw when I caught it that it was made of lead.
Tag: drowning
It’s never that easy.
He told me just to stop and take a breath. As if my drowning was by choice.
Riverbound
My throat was cut, my hands and feet bound, I slowly sank into the river as the world became darkness, my thoughts lingering around the dark shapes who threw me in.
And here I lie, telling my story to all I pull down, again and again, forever and always, till my ropes are cut.