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Afitap Ada Ergün
You’re inches away from the end.
Will you do it?
The wind gently thrusts you towards the ravenous waves.
Your feet bury themselves in the damp sand.
Can you do it?
There’s water streaming down your hot skin, now.
Maybe it’s from the ocean. Maybe it’s your own tears.
You have to do it.
You unclasp the lid of the ornate ceramic and free your mother
Originally Published on www.bandersnatch.ca Vol.50 Issue 02 on September 22nd, 2020