dry to wet ducts

no drops, no tears
for years and years
and years
and years.

and now i’m flooding the
banks of my singularity,
floating upon my self-created
salt lake city.

salty, salty, i’m so salty,
still leaking;
water level rising;
still afloat.

impossible to drown in my sorrows
considering the salt keeps me
buoyed up above deathly oxygen
levels; time to add some pepper to
the mix, so i can experience
the very bottom of the water,
as the sand fully encompasses my
body; a true wet marinated death.

i’m gonna make some shark very happy;
not often they get a 5-star gourmet meal.

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Currently living in Vietnam, teaching English, fixing the world's problems.

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