I’m sinking. Once more.
Drowning in the abyss.
I see the Carefree.
With their smiling faces,
Their endless effer-fucking-vescent bonhomie.
Why should they know joy?
When I’m funereal.
I want to take them
Onto the darkened sea,
Where they will sink too.
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Published by Gavin Dimmock
Short Story Winner - @WritingMagazine Dec 2020
“New Voices" Award Nominee - Capital Crime 2019
"Northern Noir" Winner - Bradford Lit Festival 2018
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So dark.