For a moment,
a minute maybe,
an hour,
my head went under
it wasn’t thrashing gasps
or clawing to froth the surface,
just a steady,
non-negotiable weight
that spoke to my ankles
of depths
I tried to keep my eyes up
following the lipped bubble trail
to the howling truth above
but when my head dropped
the blue belows almost soothed
finally, before lungs gave,
tired fingers relented,
worried the knots,
freed the old strokes loose
Sep 30, 2021
Sep 30, 2021 at 1:09 PM UTC
For a moment,
a minute maybe,
an hour,
my head went under
it wasn’t thrashing gasps
or clawing to froth the surface,
just a steady,
non-negotiable weight
that spoke to my ankles
of depths
I tried to keep my eyes up
following the lipped bubble trail
to the howling truth above
but when my head dropped
the blue belows almost soothed
finally, before lungs gave,
tired fingers relented,
worried the knots,
freed the old strokes loose
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