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I know I drowned yesterday,

in the medium where sky grazes water

(that's where you go when you die).

I felt the ripples as they waved to my fingertips.

They were black and soft,

like the smooth skin of a plum.



Is it too cliche to say

I wish you had been there,

just so you could watch me float

in the heaven that was really hell?

Hell, because it hurt

when they pulled me out by my hair today.



But they were too late;

I know I drowned yesterday,

I

  just

      know

          it.