Survivor by Marjon van Bruggen

I know no one is interested

but sometimes, when I feel rescued

the hot sand on the foreign beach

invites to imagine myself

being a fish, choking out of the sea.


I wonder if I were better off drowned

like the rest of my family.


Forty-five thousand made it to Italy

six thousand drowned, because

they tried to live.

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