Jack’s River 6

She splits my side open to execute an old will.

 

The river wasn’t meant to stay the same and i can see the tributaries in my palm changing shape.

 

We are wild children,  the river and i,  set loose by cold rains and singing hallelujahs for the white rage!

 

I will swim here in a months time but for now i cannot slip my toes in for her purging.

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