Heart and Soul

I swallowed his words and they sat heavy in my stomach. Pulled down by their weight, the waves lapped at my face until they completely enveloped me. I choked on the darkness that surrounded me, my throat was tight, my lungs filled with his heavy, heavy words. Desmond wasn't my life preserver in this ocean of doubt - that was my mistake and greatest fear. He was my anchor. He was tied around my midsection, constricting and drowning me. I fumbled with the knots, trying to set myself free. The only way I would to be able to live is if I got out. And I couldn’t.