Posted in Prose, Relationships

The Deep Pool

I waded into her deep pool

without any edges to be seen

 

I wish

I had taken

my inflatable alligator

with me,

 

To protect me from

the ripples

caused by the tides of

her smile……

 

 

 

 

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My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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