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I didn't move an inch
That night
My screams bounced
off the walls of the well
But didn't reach the surface
They never do
But fear kept me going
Fear kept my screams
consistent
I just need to
get out of here!
Away from that thing
What was it?
Who was it?
I don't recall any
other person falling
in this well
With me
If so, they'd escape
My issues
My insecurities
Keep me here
I need to just accept that
I look down in the water
Of the well
And swim to the bottom
Looking for it
My fingers feeling
across the well ground
And feel the soft object
Grabbing it's arm
I trail to its shoulder
Grabbing under its
arms swimming
to the surface
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One with The 𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔩 ıllıllı {"ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇʟʟ" series} ✔︎
Poetry␈No one ever saw her go, and they didn't care either ␈ /Copyright © niveajc/
