Week Nine. #10: Iris.

title ;; just keep swimming

if i drown,

will you sensationalize

the anguish of those around me

and take advantage of my numb, frigid, 

but money-ridden corpse?

like you did with all of the others.

you shed tears for my 

'harrowing' murder, 

but i can see the vial of eye drops

in your coat pocket.

hey, but when did my drowning

become... a murder?

of course, 

sex scandals and kidnappings

are barbarous happenings.

i am no monster.

but have you not perceived

anything else?

i am confounded 

by your callowness.

you continue to ignore 

what is hurting 

the preponderance of us 

more and more.

twenty-four thousand deaths

are preventable everyday

only with basic care.

twenty-four thousand people

can live to see the dabbled acrylic 

that is tomorrow's sunrise and sunset.

how come we do not hear

about these lives being thrown away?

foreign aid.

environment.

mental health.

there are so many others.

i want to help, 

but i am stuck in this ocean.

my ship has been shattered,

and i am drowning.

i. just. want. to. breathe. again.

breathe

breathe

BREATHE.

i know that i cannot do much.

i am just a typical teenage introvert.

but i will try to remember why 

i am alive right now.

i want to help.

so i will breathe,

lift my head up high,

and i will learn to swim.

-@justanawkwardbean, Iris.

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