Twenty past two…enveloping heat. Stifling, breathless, clumsy
clinging, sweating tangle; suffocation, half past two.
Fighting, kicking, turning turning, creeping tendrils grabbing
must get clear; two thirty one.
Reach the surface breaking free, screams of anger, shouting rage.
Whispers wake you.
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