Jenson

By Magus · Jun 13, 2019 · 459 · 3
  1. Suicidal ideation,
    what a grim fascination.
    Never ideation manifestation.
    What a cowardly preoccupation.


    Jagged stones took the brunt of the seas turbulence. Waves crashed, foamed, and receded from wet, mossy stone. Jenson peered down, marking a place below. Champion of horseshoe at home. He leaped from the dramatic scene, swallowed by the angry sea, ragdolled against stone of slimy green, receding into a foamy dream; never again to be seen.
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  1. Some Guy
    "What price, Poetry?"
    Some Guy, Jun 14, 2019
  2. Magus
    @Some Guy I don't understand what you're referencing, mind sharing?
    Magus, Jun 14, 2019
  3. Some Guy
    If I project the poem onto Jensen, then this poem manifests as cause or result of his death, and the cost is no more poems. It was dark, and final, and I went a bit deep thinking about it. The supposed quote was a vague recollection of something I picked up somewhere.
    Some Guy, Jun 14, 2019
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