Buried

Losing gymnastics gets me every time I think about it.

Steam and hot water surround me,

Concealing the ocean in my eyes,

As I crumple to the floor

Broken puzzle pieces in the safehouse of the shower.

My mouth becomes a silent "O"

My expression contorted by a soundless scream,

a suppressed sob.

 

I bury my face in my hands

But Im not buried deep enough,

Because I can still breathe.