She is Drowning

She is drowning (I said)
The water closing over her head
over her fingertips
She is drowning (I said)
but the words were lost in the water
She was me
(I said)

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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