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.
Scattershot poetry, prose, art, and assorted creative ammunition. A celebration of desire, language, and the revel of life through craft and frequent writing practice.
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