My breath was short a full lung and
although this was a dream, there was no air
there is never air where fights are concerned
this ocean was blue with black edges the
surface, entirely too far away for me to break
too much to drink, to drain, to defeat water with
hands as thin and selfish, a heart heavy holding cotton thoughts
so much weight from very little
from very little
from very little
till I tear through, fingertips breathing first