The Lost (part 2)
Terra firma, sayonara.
Boating, baiting, bonding.
This can’t be happening.
Surely they will find us soon.
Already bathing so
Strange to want a hot bath,
A cold drink.
Anything hot,
Anything cold.
Can I sleep?
Better not (why not?)
Surely they will find me soon?
Floating down, down.
Sensory overload
Then depravation.
Am I dreaming?
Am I drowning?
Yes.
Friday, March 6, 2009
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