This Is To Be You

This Is To Be You prose poem

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We are made strong when the long voyage is married by a most repulsive

-“Never have I ever”-
(I’m going to take this shot now)

social suicide disguised in your own hand holding the matrimonial loaded gun.

A mile away,
Not far from the place where I buried all my regrets,
was the rough rugged coast of Sicily;
Resting, laying down somewhere beyond the beach,
no longer scrambling about, or searching to do more.

I, on the other hand,
Was startled as though in great Danger.

In the distance,
A hatchet could be heard screaming in the deepest of tides.

It was then, in the rippled reflections, I saw my powerful, most terrible enemy.

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