Dammed If I Do

Most of what I write is about myself. This is written about my defensive barriers.

Sticks and debris collect on both sides of the river, 

stubbornly fighting against its transparent foe.

They create a wall that separates the fresh water from the source.

Fish bellies slap viciously against it

until their scales begin to decorate the muddy barrier.

If the water should ever be trapped between two walls,

there will be no hope left.


The End

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