It’s not that I can’t swim,

It’s that I can’t see the bottom.

Even if I could maybe just dip down low enough to touch it.

To know it’s there.

Maybe then I could be okay.

But if I can’t see it, and I can’t touch it.

How do I know it’s not there?

It’s like drowning above water.

I freeze up like I’ve fallen through the ice

My lungs fill with air and burn

And you’ll have to rescue me.

And something touched my foot.

I told you there was something in the deep

But you didn’t believe me

It’s not that I can’t swim

It’s just something wrapped around my ankle

It’s not just a fish - at least - not anymore

It has human features

It’s moving and it hasn’t come up for air.

It wants for us to join it.

Please, please, please...

Get me out of this fucking lake.

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