Keen

The pain is keen
Sharp
Stabbing
Like a million sharp knives
Making her gasp
And catch
Her breath.

She closes her eyes
Tight
To hold back the tears.
“Breathe,” she tells herself.
Her mind wanders.
How did she ever get here?
“Breathe,” again.
She’s already gone;
Twenty feet under….hoping to survive…

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