Posted by: scintillatingspeck | March 1, 2013


Flooded with dire
memory, the silent sea
of panic rising,

how to be present
with that gray shark circling me
is a conundrum.

I’ve learned to not breathe
underwater, but I’ve not
learned to stay conscious.

I’m told that shark is
far off, blind, senseless, not even
real, not a true threat.

Tell it to my pulse,
quickening, my dilated
pupils, my pale skin–

yes, under the sea,
convince my lungs to expand,
to become fish-like.


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