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Dark Water.

Raz

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In an igloo made of asbestos and chicken-wire.
I forgot to dream that this would end when I lay me down in the dark river.

I floated on by chilled to the bone, and every familiar bend taught me to be cold and wet. The river had lessons that I did not learn well, and pity and pain found their homes in my marrow.

Lungfuls of water brought me closer to drowning, and lungfuls of water-filled air taunted me with the threat of false dangers.

See, there's too much salt in this water for me to be submerged long and I know now that all rivers lead to the sea.

Tumultuous currents play dumb for a while; the sun kisses my face and tells me that Summer will come again.

I drift free in my content, and I remember what she said;

Everything is different.

:)
 
This is fantastic... The first line really drew me in, and what follows really backs up the strong opening. You've used some interesting phrasing while keeping it lucid and musical enough to be read aloud.

"Everything is different"... as Heraclitus said, "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not."
 
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