Gulp

And it was necessary

To seek oxygen again

To breathe deep out of the stifling air

You always drown me.

I know you do this

I know

And I always let this go

I always run head first to your ocean

Deep waters I know not to swim in

Deep seas I never find the bottom of

Rip currents, they always unsettle me

Would you forever tsunami my afternoons?

What ocean in me let you rain over me?

Storming storming

A light conversation

Then becomes a torrential downpour

Expectations, disappointments, total inability or refusal to acknowledge any indication that these words and behaviors may be upsetting me.

But I wrestle my demons.

Did something in me collapse implode and sink so far down I can never appear without

The dragon skin shell that could protect me from your talons?

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