Find the riverbed, covered in long-forgotten and discarded metal.
Car doors, scraps, and unused steel below, waiting to grab onto a limb.
Do you dare float on your stomach?
Do you trust your legs to not seek out what lies underneath the water’s surface?

A rapid waits around the bend.
Do you dare leave the raft?
Do you ignore curiosity and hunger to stay afloat?

How do you know when you love something?
Is it when you toss and turn, nauseous, at the thought of having to give it up?

The water cools your hands, but is that really enough?