Flashlights hit me from all sides
Cannot breath- try to reach out,
Nobody to hold on to.
A sea of photographs shallow me
Scream out to the wide expanse of moving bodies
Nobody, they on the shore, remain dry.
Suddenly a lasso of perfume
Reaches out and holding on to
my last breath, pulls me out.
And I
saved
shiver,
For the flashlights are waiting on the shore.
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