The bridge dragged out, with its uneven  tongue.

and stares, reached over it.

In the water, the bodies stuck around to peer just above the banister.

stares turned into masculine beast. There were no longer  individuals.

Just specks, of wet branch, wet rock forming our shadow

into something more unforgiving, yet recognizable.

We were stronger, more so than we were led to believe.


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