Every direction there is danger.
Irrational?
Yes.
I think it comes from watching Jaws at a young age.
Yet here I float and the sound of air in the tube is deafening.

What are these little creatures? - oh it might be an octopus’s garden.
The fish are pretty, except that one with teeth…
The coral crevices form shadows in my mind.

Behind me there is blackness - what lurks over there in the depths?
Don’t swim too fast…

Coral fans wave - tiny skeletons turned to sand.
It’s magic but is it an illusion?

I am sure I see it moving.
Where did he go?

Yellow and blue fish pass.
Scraped knee, blood drops…
Turn around (shh)

Enveloped in 360 degrees of terror.
I need the boat.

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