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Drenched

I fucked up.

By Markus McWinstonPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Don't think about what you did.

Run down the stairs

Don't think about it.

Pull open door

Don't think.

Slam door

Don't.

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Denial. That damned denial.Digging deeper, striking root, striking chords.Plucking heartstrings, a discordant dissonance

A cacophony of heartbeats.

Don't dwell.

Drenched in denial,lie in bedand lie

Let the heartbeat beat,beat and beataway

Replace the beat with drumslet the bass thumppound in your ear

Hear the pittering on your windowPattering sound of the rainTittering thoughts in your brain

Walk outside, bass still throbbing,Soaked in that damned denial

Feel the pulsating bassbeating away in your head

Hear the treble accompanimentof rain drenching-

Don't dwell.

Let the denial soak in

wash away

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About the Creator

Markus McWinston

Writer, gamer, enthusiast

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