Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Facing my demons - 16

Suddenly,
I feel a hand around my ankle
Before I have time to 
GASP! 
for air
I am pulled under. 
My mouth is filled with blood.
Dear God, let it be blood
not sewage
I cannot taste.
But in my panic
I yearn.

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