Thursday




I need to know where the river ends
If the time we share is thrown in the ocean
Do our bones wash up on shore?
Before the next Wolf Moon, my eyes
Bleed tears of love and regret
I can’t take the sickness from the movement
Of the sea, my heart is thrown
Like an anchor,
Only to make me sink
Farther

And farther

Farther, 
down.

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