(written October 2022)
I rose at dawn and made my way down to the sea.
I thought if I immersed myself in the ocean, I might be free, relieved from the burden of your words and the wounds I still carry.
The saltwater made my wounds sting, but your words refused to drown, remaining attached to my skin.
I walked further into the water until the waves finally dragged me down.
I had no wish to be rescued, nor did I want to drown.
As I sank further, the echoes of your words began to fade as I silently prayed to be free.
I did not drown, and now I am no longer suffocated by your words.
I can breathe.
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