By Neena Grewal, TIWP Student
It will always be like this,
the endless tumble between
high and love
like ragged waves
so turbulently tame
to the tides.
I was caught in an wave once
close to shore
thinking I would die
as my head brushed the sand
and my lungs ached already.
It’s like this every other week.
The other half is
holding onto an electric eel
thrilling as the sparks travel my body,
holding onto the slippery creature
so hard I’m strangling it.
It will always be like this,
this endless tumble of up and down
under the ocean.
I opened my eyes
when I thought I would drown
and at least
it was beautiful.
