detritus

we have been caught
by the throat
by broken promise
the air is thick with it
clinging
cold
to chests
a clammy hand
a tight grip

once high hopes have fallen
splayed
unspeakable
amongst the litter

o there was so much
potential

o we thought
we were kings

we were floating
then
our faces upturned
noses pressing the sky
arms reaching out out
out and away
from the water at our backs

there is a chill

we draw ourselves close
chins to necks
eyes on the scuff
kicked from under
foot

it is damp
yet we are running
dry

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