Facing My Demons 16

Suddenly,

I feel a hand around my ankle

Before I have time to 

GASP! 

for air

I am pulled under. 

My mouth is filled with blood.

Dear God, let it be blood

not sewage

I cannot taste.

But in my panic

I yearn.

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