With a head held high above water;
proud, stiff and arched.
Blurred by the black spots blinding the vision
the wait would not be long.
The cold waves lapped and splashed off the surrounding walls
the only sound in the place.
Except your breaths.
The darkness was as iced as the water clouding the space.
Your feet are frozen weights fighting your pull,
your fingers,hands and arms as numb as the fear that is holding you there.
Bobbing like a hopeless cork.
It won't be long now.
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