once i tested the waters, the waters grew violent, there was no doubt the waves the waters made were directly correlated to my movements. action to reaction to acting as though i could breathe while the undertow gripped my ankles, head underwater, trying to force gills upon my anatomy. each moment a struggle for oxygen in a battle i knew i could not win. still i kicked at the waves, crashing overhead, raining fury and frustration, cascading down my flushed cheeks. i am still searching for a buoy, a light at the end of this underwater cavern, somehow growing gills, allowing shallow breaths. placeholder for when i reach the surface. time saver for when i learn to inhale deeply, and once more feel the sun on my scales.
