Armed by the limitless power of our youth,
We dove, fearlessly, into the icy ocean.
Black mascara ran down young faces,
And brushed, straightened hair warped into
Messy, sticky locks.
we laughed so hard, we swallowed gulps of water, sour and salty.
Words were exchanged, but not understood.
I think we were too young to understand.
Open to criticism and advice. Work in progress