quiet and hazy blue but you don't get to enjoy it. hold your breath and ignore the hands holding you under. it's short but you're tethered and you ain't goin' nowhere...
a lifetime. or maybe 15 years. to say i'm sorry, i don't want you, and the most powerfully liberating word called no...
when the hands leave, give up, move on, go home, up you float quietly wondering if there'll be anything solid to grab onto, something less dangerous than tragic love...
night-air hits your lungs and your eyes reflect a million stars, you flip over and head for shore with purpose, direction, strength, and ability to hold your breath long after they've moved on...