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MG: This is probable my best work n..n its certainly my favorite. Sasunaru. Water. I like water. Please r&r concrits are also welcomed :P
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The River Styx (is filled with beach glass)
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The soft crackle
of dry skin
is soothing to him.
The worn out texture
as they press against each other
and he gasps, overwhelmed,
the worm in the back of his head
squirming, that old doubt,
keeping his mouth shut and the choked
sobs from spilling out.
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The dark haired boy holds
onto him, promising
twilight and seaglass and
happiness everlasting and he knows
it is a lie and he knows.
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They are helpless
and blind
trying in one another
some solace to find
from the steadily rising tide.
The waters swirl and whisper
at their feet.
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Fingers dig roughly into his hair
pulling him forward until
chapped lips meet,
the fluttering sensation, and
the worm digs deeper.
The water foams at their knees.
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Holding desperately to one another
the fear mounts, the anticipation
rises, bile hot and foul,
tears burn at the corners
of cerulean eyes as
the water pulls higher,
dousing arousal, igniting
a white flame between them.
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All of the disguised misinterpretations,
the carefully timed insults,
the breathed curses
and the kinship through blood forged
disperse, bleed out, leaving
them too exhausted to pretend.
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The hands grip him
tightly now
And don't let go and don't
let go, they say as
the water envelopes chests,
shoulders, a peculiar sinking sensation.
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Shivering hot
they breathe their last breathes
as the tide rises over their heads
the roar silenced in a
single moment and
he lets go.
The current tugs violently.
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Cerulean eyes widen
salt burns in them
the worm is gone;
In its wake realization and
the single, aching word:
Why?
Fluttering sensation.
So this is what it feels like,
they both think,
to die.
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