Shauna Wangler

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There is a Sick Freedom to Death

I see it
like a beacon against the darkness
that swallows the raging sea.

I see it
like a sailboat
escaping to someplace free.

I see it
like the safest way out.
I see it in tall buildings,
sharp knives,
and men
with pretty faces
and ugly souls.

I see my end
like the angry waves
the little sailboat chases
and I, like it, am not afraid of
drowning anymore.
I am not afraid of dying.

That is the most terrifying part of it all.
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