Oct 17

Sink... Or Swim?

A thunderous bang reached my ears as the wave,
came to meet the hard-packed sand.
Each particle,
crushed from the water's thrust. 
The air smelled strictly of sea salt.
It invaded my senses until I couldn't even smell the fresh shampoo smell,
wafting from my hair.
My surfboard propped lightly against my fingers,
light as a thumbtack compared to the weight of overwhelming dread, 
seeping deep into my abdomen.
I was watching my whole life,
crashing down around me.
And I am not talking about the oncoming,
magnificent wave. 
Was I going to sink...
Or swim?
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Abigail Buckley