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Swimming
"I'm drowning," she says.
"Help me!"
But I don't,
I can't.
They blamed me,
everyone did.
My parents wouldn't look at me,
not for weeks.
"I didn't do it!"
I want to scream.
"Its not my fault!"
The words are trapped inside me.
"What happened?" the counselor asks.
I wish I could say.
She'd been drinking,
we'd been drinking.
They look at me,
those kids in the hall.
They think they know me;
they think that they can judge me.
When they came,
she was already gone.
The flashing lights took her naked body away.
"Lets go swimming," she slurs.
I stumble after,
knowing already -
I won't go in.
The dive from the pier -
ten feet into cold black water.
She smiles at me
and jumps.
They blame me,
I know they do.
Even after I explain -
the alcohol.
I look at the sky,
the moon,
and the stars.
I set her picture next to my clothes.
I take a running start.
Jump.
And sink.
Silence.
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