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Wakonda Deep

by kaylaboyd

I swam in the same water Somebody died in I guess the same is true for most water (I think). The water we drink has been used drip after slow drip to drive Someone to the brink of insanity. no doubt. At one point your warm, smooth, bathwater was choppy, salty, grave to more than one unlucky sailor, pirate or slave. The water is the same perhaps arranged a different way.. Know it is the same deep, ambient killer. Still we swim, and still we bathe. This water felt, looked, I swear I thought it was pure. A humble lake quietly licking the salty shores not looking for a life to take. We fished those waters earlier that day hobbling in our canoe and barely hanging on but smiling. I imagine he was like that, too. Drunk from beer and the thrill of midnight swimming. Nobody, not even he saw what was coming until the lights came on: flickering and then too constant red and blue and I can only hope that bright, blinding white. Drunken fools know not what is at stake. We were forced awake by little sister frantic but relieved it was not us at the bottom of the lake.
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Nov 19, 2014
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#death#die#night#water#lake#drowning#light#midnight#camping
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