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High upon the cliff, bottle of rum, in hand
He stood, staring down, into the open sea
Was this the day when he’d finally let go?
Or would he, once again, panic and flee?
He took one last chug, dropping the glass
Watching, as it crashed against the rocks
Shattering, into a million pieces, shards
Stepping back, of his life, he took stock
Still, he was taunted by the raging waters
Crashing against the cliffs, ferociously
No more booze, to calm his quaking nerves
At last, he jumped, plummeting, into the sea
Feeling icy waters caress him, as deeper, he let himself fall
Neath the ocean, is now the place he calls home
Tis what he really wanted, after all…
December Writing Prompt – He drank the last drop, then plummeted into the sea – Day 20/31
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