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Tichaona Chinyelu

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drowning

things of water #4

i stare at the water.
i walk around it.

i stare at the water inside.
i am bleeding.

my water mixes with the water.
i am drowning.

i ripple like sunshine
in the water.

i am heated
hot enough to be food for fish

except they like it cold.
i go down deeper.

i used to take myself to the river.
now i am here permanently.

July 9, 2012Tichaona Chinyelu drowning, poetry, river, water Leave a comment
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