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I want to wallow
in this muck for a while—
feel the tainted warmth envelop me,
ignoring the polluted currents
that rush against my flesh.
I've already dug the hole
to sink down into;
made sure it's deep enough
to hide my face from anyone
who would come by to rescue me.
I don't want to be saved
from this mess of my creation.
I don't want to add obligation to shame.
Just let me stand in my
oblivion—the pool I'm swimming in
is only as muddy
as my own tears,
though it's soiled with the tinge
of self-deception,
and when it evaporates
with the next rising sun
I will still be standing here,
with only my memory
of the wet and the cold
to bring discomfort.