Works by Julian Ormandy
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Writing

violent

A flicker of humanity coming

through the screen 

is still more captivating 

than the baton 

prodding me towards my own survival.

Nudging me rudely and inhumanely 

even as i am suspended.

I want to believe that the water is in me too.

If i can't find it

No

I won't die, I'll be late

I'll be shrivelled

And wondering why i couldn't break through to my own well

While they could.

photo by @irvarina

Julia Brandenberger