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My feet hit the surface with a light tap But it’s enough s and ass burn

It’s been forever since I’ve really swam

It’s as co as it used to be

But it’s too fa out the aqua sheen, saving my retinas from chlorine

And there it is—the i from a flask she kept in the front pocket of her blazer

My coach’s concerned stare the next day Her hand on my shoulder as she lowered her voice to that you can trust s were okay at home

My squeaky lie Yes, of course

Mo off her drunken stupor, empty bottle of vodka next to her

Like uess

If I keep running fros, I’ll end up like her

That isn’t happening

I guess that means I have to woman up and face my shit

I blink ht falls over the backyard, casting the concrete in a beautiful, dark blue

The kitchen gloith yellow light

The tiny white string lights lining the backyard shine with a ghostly glow They make the pool look haunted