Deleted member 14177

not home
Jan 20, 2020
Forward, I think, but I can't feel my feet.
I can't feel the ground. I just feel defeat.
And the nausea.
The lump in my throat drips to the pit of my stomach.
My knees start to buckle and I start to plummet.
Safe is the ground, the stillness, no sound.
Safety is waving your white flag around.
Waving and waving and waving
thinking that maybe it'd save me..
Forward, I think, with chains on my feet,
dragging my ankles. Led by the clink.
Dropped into the water
she sinks and she sinks.