A squeak a creak
A god awful reek
A box with a lock
A drive to the docks
A heave a throw
A little splash
A quite thump
A little breath
Open eyes
Bashing, crashing
As water cascades in
Final breath
Final scream
Final thought
Body twitches
Soul releases
Then away away
Into the clouds
Far away
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