this murky
ice cold water.
is it brown or green, hard
to tell
without the sun.
why do the waves
have foam
on them?
what's up with this gravelly
sand,
pointed rocks,
and hard shells.
i'm bleeding again.
i think a fish, or a plastic
bag, or a dead body,
just rubbed
against my leg.
watch out for that beer can,
its sharp edge.
throw me
a bar of soap and a tube
of Neosporin,
i'm getting out.
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