no light will ever reach its depths .
a feather jerks in the storm.
whirls around. and drowns in black masses
life stops in slow motion.
a suffering still-life caught in this potion.
yet it struggles raped by men.
squirming and gleaming bubbles bursting. breathing out their stench
every noise is suffocated.
creamy molasses sinking.
stopping life in slowmotion. movement ceases . never to come back
still it watches. powerless to clench onto life
its breathing ceases completely. and the feather slowly drifting by
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