I am drifting.

I am drifting.
The ocean washes
in and
out.
I feel my feet floundering
wave
after wave
after wave.

There is nothing to stop me
in my path,
no sand
or boards
or walk.

They're gone.

Like me.

There is nothing to grab me,
to shake me,
to wake me

because this can't be

(please
don't let it be)

real.

The skyline is dark
again tonight.

I just want to go

home.

I've been taking baby breaths,

hoping the air will revive me,
waiting for its sweet
sounds to flutter
down my windpipe
and into my 
restless core.

Churning-
acid tears lining,
acid tears blinding

and I
stumble.

Swallow.

I've been taking baby breaths,

hoping I will learn
to breathe.