The Survivor

Within is where I swim though fastened to a rope, a chord of confidence, that lets me kick and roll, express my buoyant self a tethered astronaut though every day I’m squeezed more fit for my transport. I head the tight canal; my lungs are braced to breathe; the string is cut; I wail, Emergent, aimed to be: Spared wrongful aspiration of severed plans for me. May 15, 2016 Jaws Drop Contest