Every drop of water longs for the ocean.
Even lakes secretly wish to escape
the strong embrace of earth through erosion.Some humans, though only 70% water,
act like desperate droplets of the sea
that let dams break and glasses shatter.They get trapped in trenches of despair
that bogs and stagnates their sincerest efforts
of secreting steaming sweat and salty tears.Then, they slowly wallow in turbid insanity
offers a seemingly sound and simple solution:
“Slash your veins. Simulate a scarlet sea.”
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Chad,
“Slash your veins. Simulate a scarlet sea.” <—This can be more subtle.
Some humans, though only 70% water <–Can be rephrased. It could be misread as "some humans are 70% water."
“Slash your veins. Simulate a scarlet sea.” <–This can still be made more subtle.
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Why this poem?
I’ve been preoccupied with the thought. 😦
not an encouragement I hope (~_~) deep write
Definitely not. I totally oppose the idea, but the mood that inspired it is indeed dark and comes from the depths of insanity.