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  • Writer's pictureMelinda

Grasping Flesh

A rip tide had me

I choked on seawater

Lungs bursting through old scars

You offered your hand

I reached

Clawed

Nails tore epidermal layers

In my desperation

For air

But I was mistaken

It wasn’t your hand

It was all of you

And I’m so sorry


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