by Brittany Cagle
Brackish
water washed over
the tips
of his feet as
the
current drew
him
violently in,
until
he swirled
with
the grasses
beneath
the black water,
The
landscape blurred into a string
of air
bubbles and distant
strangers
only saw that
quick
blur of silver ripples.
I was
dreaming somewhere in the distance,
with my
friend sinking
underneath
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