Chlorine eats away at my
raw skin and I kick
harder
deeper
How safe it feels to be submerged
where I can camouflage under the lurking thoughts of the mumbling lane lines
lost beneath
the familiar shadows of my last competition
They cannot hear me
for I am tangled up in the moaning of the pool filter
They do not know me,
recognized only by
the glistening of the sun onto the board
that boosts my winning time
They are only oblivious because,
in the water,
they cannot see me cry
raw skin and I kick
harder
deeper
How safe it feels to be submerged
where I can camouflage under the lurking thoughts of the mumbling lane lines
lost beneath
the familiar shadows of my last competition
They cannot hear me
for I am tangled up in the moaning of the pool filter
They do not know me,
recognized only by
the glistening of the sun onto the board
that boosts my winning time
They are only oblivious because,
in the water,
they cannot see me cry
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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