Every day, I see a new shore.
When I stepped foot on this island, I didn’t know it drifted. Space and time, on a 365-day cycle.
I also didn’t know it wouldn’t let me leave.
I’ve seen dinosaurs walk. Volcanoes fire. I’ve seen dead, flattened forests. Twin moons hang in an alien sky.
But the worst one is the one with the crowds.
Hundreds of them line the lake edge, and for the whole day, they stare at me.
I scream ‘help’ to every side, but they never move.
I know I’m a prisoner. I don’t know if I’m theirs.
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This is the other side of Across the Water
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