What’s it like to drown? Perhaps you fade peacefully, slipping into shadowy depths. Maybe it’s a painful struggle to declare a victor. Regret or acceptance. Which do you feel most?
I slowly make my way into the murky water. Cooling sensations tickle my feet, my thighs, caress my scarred belly. I’m up to my neck now. I glance around, etching tumbling hills upon my memory. Will those last, where I’m going? A final breath. A final moment alive.
“You there!” A frantic scream. “Come help, there’s been a fire!”
I lift my head, silently relieved at my latest failed attempt.
Copyright © 2015 by Emily Clayton
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