Breathe
Sitting on the bottom Floating, feeling each movement, tendril of water touching my skin some buffett me, as legs kick, arms pull others caress from a distance air slowly leaves, smooth, then bubbling up drifting down, more quickly till im sitting as in an arm chair arms out in front of hanging ears pop not he way but now just hear dull cries, splashes but mostly the thud of my heart in my head feeling the grip of the goggles around my eyes the pull of the calm depth fights the growing panic for air till the edge, lungs bursting then slowly pushing off rising and breaking the surface keeping it slow keep the gasp silent filling lungs chlorine strong at the surface catches my throat biting, acid again ?.....