It comes from deep.
Boiling, frothing, overflowing.
The levee breaks and out it pours.
Water–blacker than oil, offering no reflection–seeping into everything.
Becoming everything.
An inky tidal wave looms above.
I could run... make it to high ground... be safe.
But I stay. I open my arms wide and I embrace it.
Exhilarating!
A sea of venom floods my veins.
I feel powerful. I feel terrible.
I feel like an explosion.
Slowly, the waters recede.
I am alone among the ruin.
- m.w.
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Michael Wolfe
Always trying to make sense of things.
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