She dove
And landed on the bottom
She stacked rocks on her stomach
To hold her down
The silence was profound
Closed her eyes with her hair swirling round
Breathed deep belly breaths and bubbles pushing to her eyes
She was alone and felt at peace for once
But then realized she wasn’t a fish
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Nicely written!