I love it when the meaning is more than the word count. To normalize the act of being underwater, a constriction, a desolate awareness that you cannot survive, you weren’t built to endure life as a fucking fish…
and then you do. And it’s so branded on you that you suck in the fucking fluid and go on.
THAT IS SO DAMN GOOD! UGH! It’s so good.
The apathetic sludge in the narrator’s tone is fucking amazing, especially seasoned with despair. It sucks, and it barely matters because it is what it is.
This feeling is all too familiar. And that’s if I’m inhaling at all. I find I’m holding my breath more than not. I appreciated the direct simplicity of the subject. Wonderfully written. H🌷