Thursday, December 16, 2021

Drowning

Mustering all her strength,
against all shouting instincts,
she swims down,

puts her feet 
on the bottom of the pool
and pushes off.

Rocketing up,
lungs burning,
she breaks the surface –

she knows – one last time,
and screams,
Help.

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