Wet

Wet like words, I’m hanging

I felt it in my spleen

My body,

My soul,

You move me and I scream

I whisper though,

Your energy

I melted and I’ll bleed

That, of course, we all do,

And we’re moving much like water

To be continued

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Shelley's Irreverent Tendency