the water fills my lungs.

i can’t breathe, i just can’t breathe.

my head is stuck, pulled under the water from a strong hand, one i used to trust.

bubbles and bubbles.

i’m choking, sputtering, gagging up swamp water. my legs and arms are probably caked in mud, covered.

it squelches as i try to sit up, the hand pulling me back under.

a voice brings me back. officer catrow. “rex? you good?...