Ocean – Hour Three

I was an ocean

A roiling, boiling ocean that swallowed the entire world

I wish I could say it was good, but it burned and scraped and choked

Monuments caught in my throat

Sickly rivers coated my stomach

A mess of disgust, but nonetheless I swallowed it down

Until nothing was left

And I was left, unsatisfied

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