Part One:
I dreamed I dropped the hatchet.
The water was clear so I could watch it bury itself on the bottom.
My brother, disappointed, reminded me that mom wanted to keep that.
The stones were as brown as my body.
Part Two:
Use the boat hook to drag my body to shore.
The slate rock will slice me open.
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