I hold my breath until my fingers prune
My lungs are burning. Still have nothing to prove.
No one is coming. I won’t budge. I won’t move.
I reach the bottom. The dark sand is so smooth.
My muscles ache. Oh it feels so good.
The sharks are waiting. Wait for their food.
No one is coming. I won’t budge. I won’t move.
I reach the bottom. The dark sand is so smooth.
On the bottom I can’t make up my mind
Saltwater stings me. Burns until I’m blind
Sharp rocks cut me. Cut into my thigh.
My ears are bleeding. All things in due time.