This ain’t it. Day 4 (Napowrimo)

This ain’t it.

She swallowed a little more,

Slightly drowning in Mississippi’s River bed

it should of been holy

it should of rocked her to sleep

it should of taste like honey,

but now it was just sadly unpleasant

Pumping her legs further into the deep.

Salty-night came calling.


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