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river rough life… by Toni L.A. Cross

pulsing thrum of ecstasy
roaring along the current

sweeping away relational casualties
carelessly tossed as driftwood

icy cold danger and razor sharp hazards
Hiding just beneath the surface

blood-red rapids and rocks up ahead

plunging falls foaming froth

speeding and slamming into reality
a harsh and stinging slap-splash
bubbles of life forced out of within

queer world of filtered shadows
with nothing to breathe
suspended creatures flit by in sight
not caring or noticing a thing

kick, fight, and reach
pull towards the light

or sink to the bottom
and mix with murky clouds of silt
a prisoner for all time

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About goatgirlbookworm

My name is Toni Cross, and I was raised on a farm in the far north of the United States. I love to read and write and I hope to use those hobbies in a greater way in the days to come. One of my passions is using whatever influence I have to make a difference in the world.

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