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50 Words For Poe: Maelstrom

“50 Words for Poe: Maelstrom” A whirlpool in The Ocean Love is a Maelstrom sucks you in Dive deep to drown insane smiling (LadyLabryinth/2019) https://youtu.be/EGuPCZBulV0 Mrs Bartolozzi “She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you're swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the water's deeper than you think and there's nothing there” https://youtu.be/ayhBzZHA4c4 Elysian Fields/Rope of Weeds “She stooped for a stone and dropped it down. 'Fancy being where that is now,' she said, peering into the blackness; 'fancy going round and round like a mouse in a pail, clutching at the slimy sides, with the water filling your mouth, and looking up to the little patch of sky above.' 'You had better come in,' said Benson, very quietly. 'You are developing a taste for the morbid and horrible.' ("The Well")” W.W. Jacobs,Ghost Stories https://youtu.be/IEvzvjV06R4 Out to Sea

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/25/2019 6:59:00 AM

“...let's drown together as with a tether just love and never bother what's around....” GeorgeBernardBloodyShaw

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/25/2019 6:58:00 AM

“The Sun is never alone as the light remains with him always. Even when he goes down sinking...sinking, the light drowns with him”

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/25/2019 6:57:00 AM

“It's not the current that will drown you. It's the exhaustion from fighting it.”

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/25/2019 6:57:00 AM

“May you have all the pleasure you've always craved. Nay, may you drown in it.”

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/25/2019 6:56:00 AM

“There's always a siren, singing you to shipwreck. Some of us may be more susceptible than others are, but there's always a siren. It may be with us all our lives, or it may be many years or decades before we find it or it finds us. But when it does find us, if we're lucky we're Odysseus tied up to the ship's mast, hearing the song with perfect clarity, but ferried to safety by a crew whose ears have been plugged with beeswax. If we're not at all lucky, we're another sort of sailor stepping off the deck to drown in the sea.”