Out of Focus


Just when she had it all figured out, she opened her eyes.

The walls filled with fish, water crushing the breath left in her lungs.

It had all seemed so clear, a straight spiral down to the waters floor.

She was drowning.

Freeing some weight would be her only savior.

The trip down had spun her so fast, hard, and quietly.

Everything was out of focus.



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