JACOB BUSH

JACOB BUSH

JACOB BUSH

Changing Tides

"This will always be your home."



The world, my world has


been flipped upside down


in the eighteen turns


the moon took since I was


last thrown out in the


ocean without a paddle.





Back then, an iron chain


linked me to an anchor,


dragging me into the cold,


deep water. My peripherals


blurred and darkened,


my breath diminished


under the increasing pressure.




I was scared, looking for


someone to save me, pull me


from the ocean. Breaking


the chain was impossible


because my muscles and


motor neurons were failing.




All I could do is


continue swimming with


the hope that I could


slip the links holding


me under. I didn't know


how much longer I could