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living is dead
Words by Rina
Art by Peppi Escasa
living has become
dead water.
soulless
transparent-
he is within my grasp,
and yet
unreachable.
a dead man
walking.
surviving.
a painful wave
which slaps me and
kicks me back into reality.
i bathe in him-
every
single
day.
he is a necessity
that i never wanted;
that i never deserved.
he envelops me with
empty promises of
tomorrow-
of the future.
and yet,
i retreat in his arms,
for he is the only certainty
that i am
human-
that i am
a mortal.
JULY 19, 2020
Wattpad: nahrihnah
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