You know that feeling.
Like when you sense something move in the cool stagnant water
underneath the surface,
where it shouldn’t,
it is.
Like being away,
the opposite of home,
and even as you jerk your leg away
you can feel it cramp,
ripping hot.
You can feel the vessels crimp;
doubled,
twisted,
restricting you,
keeping you just within reach,
within reach of the cool,
the cool of the bottom of the pool
where the water doesn’t move
or isn’t supposed to.
O gee willikers mister. Today on the magic yellow dragon with wheels I had the privilege of traveling to lower. It was so nar. As I jumped in the clean pool the water greeted me with a warm embrace. It was swell. After mingling and speaking to my fellow OVS students I went on the greatest walk I’ve ever been on. A magic bear appeared before me, it said “ if you could have one wish would it be.” I simply replied “ I wish I wish I was a fish.” After that I wish came to true I turned into a great black fish whom was able to swim the seven seas.
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