I had
drowned in
those ocean currents
they call eyes.
Slipped away,
not a word outspoken.
Strangled with glacier hands,
fingertips of salt and
thunder cottoning my
eardrums.
You wanted to save me,
but I could not tell you
over the salt eroding
my throat,
that you were the one drowning me.
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