Breach

Immense,
it rolls
beneath
the surface

sometimes
breaking
through;

this enormous
reality
I fight to forget.

Bubbling up for air,
it comes with
blood and blisters.

You may never see
the whole creature:
just the occasional
leap, twist, and flail.

It always returns
to its home,

leaving broken skin
to become scars,
as homage to its presence.

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive. –Josephine Hart