It's got a lot of curiosity within its atoms.
A need to find out what may be deeper.
The third step is the point of no return,
when the sea is simply too close
and the door too far to come back to.
A need to find out what may be deeper.
The third step is the point of no return,
when the sea is simply too close
and the door too far to come back to.
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Fish have nibbled its edges, and
it has grains of sand upon its top face that
wriggle like ants in the waves.
It feels lonely here, as if
this step is attempting to be forgotten.
to vanish completely into the abyss.
It calls me.
The crack, a cavernous hole in the architecture,
a ravine of weeds and kelp.
An open wound
that the ocean inflicted with its undying rage.
It was never given a chance to heal.
It simply poured salt into the injury
and told it to "man up."
The shale has eroded it beyond recognition,
battered until it is shaped the way the waves
wanted it.
Victim to the will of the sea.
It has accepted it's fate. It has given in to its change.
There is nothing left for it to do
than decay.
Rot.
my vision is black.
I can hear screaming, and the dull of the oceans call.
It is muffled,
mouth filled with salt.
The blackness is all consuming,
filling my throat with cold and rigid sand.
I'll accept the embrace, it feels so familiarly cold
That I can't help but lean into any ounce
Of acceptance I can get.
The ocean will know those steps like I did
And it knows me better than I ever will.
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