The salty taste of my demise,
Really took me by surprise.
A day that should have been real nice,
Ends with me feeling like (I'm) being stabbed with ice.
Gurgling and gagging,
Frantically thrashing 'round and 'round,
Feeling like I don't make a sound.
Yet the cascading and whooshing is driving me mad.
Causing me to ask:
When will I finally be –
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Published on e-Stories.org on 05/11/2022.