by Ivan Seinders
It comes in waves like

the river lapping at her ankles,

urging her, convincing her to

grab a rock from the bottom

to skip across the top.

Just swim down, it says.

Just drown yourself, it doesn’t hurt.

It feels like a summer kiss in a motel room.

It feels like heaven.

Ivan Seinders is currently pursuing a degree in journalism at university.
Through writing, he hopes to evoke deep feelings and intricate ideas
through the use of a simple, blunt style.