I Shouldn't Have Watched the Film What Lies Beneath (When I Was Twelve)

I see you steer towards the jetty.
I've seen you veer towards unsteady.
Eyes laced with a dazed look, mind laced up.

Race towards the horizon: a headstrong turn from land to lake.
What is it that motivates?

A bridge too near. An oblique strategy on a dull day.
But now it's real (and I'm fuming).
Grabbing for a handle, door not budging.
Water leaking, windows cracking. This is happening.

(Get used to it.)

These days, crabs pick our bones clean.
It's a quiet life, I can't complain!



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Writer(s): Christopher William Ryan
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