Trying to paddle upstream
from a raging waterfall
frantic in a
styrofoam ® canoe,
no paddle, hands frozen
splashing water into hull,
soaking you; even so
styrofoam ® floats, death
not from drowning.
It’s falls that get you, dashing
smashing crashing falls,
every bone smithereens,
small sharp tearing fragments
kill you from inside.
You never should have read
after the explicit title.
This is self-inflicted,
entirely on you.
~ Wry Welwood,
December 2023.
Initially published this month in Scuzzbucket on the Medium writers’ platform.
This is the dark part of Shadow in Light. Light is on its way.