17 years against the current being coerced into drowning, if only people understood how serene the thought of death felt when it was one breath away;
My heart was at nadir among the souls this river bereft of hope, my story never struck a prism my skies a benign gray.

A heart in malaise beats on in its search for reasons, blinding lights trail past me as I slow dance on the tarmac ;
Adrenaline flows through incised veins knowing that death is in its offing, enraptured by the thought of...