baptism

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one foot inside, gelid
the thing inside you, still timid
ripples parting
making way
to "the train for those departing,
leaving today!"

a child
in the mild
parky pool,
this is baptism to the face of a fool

knees cold
arms in a fold
gentle buoyancy
laced with traces of cruel indecency
the dampened damned
hair slammed
to the surface,
plastered onto edges of eyes
still under a calm guise

depper still,
foam at front
a gentle gauze
onto all that was burnt
lungs filled
the bond
between the water and the wind
fulfilled

pupils pushing out of their sockets
from the pressure
left by the blue
like the money in your pockets
another hedonist seeking long leisure
looming beneath lotus petals

to smother
you will suffice
the source,
the mother
to all that's life
over and over
what an absolutely splendid demise.

note: if it was a little confusing, yes this is about choosing drowning as a method for suicide ;)

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