by Darren White

I am afloat and see no land;
I’m thrown and pulled in silence
The only sound my grappling hand
in a tinted glass of violence.

No fish, no coast, no one is there
alone in icy stillness.
I look around in mute despair
through pitch black oily darkness.

I, naked fish in water still,
a helpless struggling creature.
I drown and sink, am only filled
with neither past nor future.

A tiny fleck in waters vast,
to disappear completely
in vortex swirling far too fast





“Darren White is a poet most concerned with (sexual) abuse and sex-trafficking of boys. Much of his writing focuses on this terrible problem and his strongest desire is that these boys realize there can be a different future for them out there.”

Interview with Darren White



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Created in 2014, Flashes is a privately owned literary website. We publish short stories, non-fiction, flash fiction and poetry. Our goal is to give talented writers a platform to showcase their creativity, with an emphasis on original voice, innovative style and challenging plots.
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