A sharp intake of breath as the ice-melt chill laps against my toes
I...I don't know if I can go any further
I squint my eyes, searching the black surface
And there is nothing
I see nothing...but it might bite
Which is worse?
The nothing hiding something
Or nothing really being nothing?
I worry too much
I know this and it is not the helpful kind of knowledge
You see, there is something I must reach and it lives all the way on the other side of this pool
This pool that is black as the darkest hour and filled with imagined enemies
Imagined
Yes, it is helpful to say that
Imagined is a word that brings me to another intake of breath
Not so sharp this time
Purposeful
The chill that lapped at my toes has traveled all through me like a phantom
I press my hands together and assume a posture that seems
I don't know
Efficient, somehow
Now or never
I say this to myself as I plunge forward
As if these two words could protect me
And I don't have time to wonder
Will I sink
Or swim?
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