in what was commonly referred to as the deep end
Surely I had slipped and drowned,
in no world, would this be something that had been done to me,
Someone else's blood had stained,
had settled into the front of my blouse,
and the longer I lay there,
the more erasure the chlorine provided,
I was never one for mayhem,
even my first love left me because he said I was only capable of guided consequence,
and at the time I knew it to be an insult,
but it was only now that I registered the magnitude of its meanness
But here,
at the bottom of the pool,
more than six feet,
something like nine feet under,
I found some bleary solitude,
So what if I was not up for hearing the whispers in my wake,
To whomever gave me this deed of death,
I rather liked it here,
Yes,
very much so, in fact--
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