The sorrow is a spiral
Neverending ocean, I kick
Legs clawing at the sand, I slip
Below
the waves, I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
To submerge is to succumb to the comfort of cold muffled isolation
Falling under, sliding through
I spin through the churn, I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
I gasp
While the salt of shame still clings to my skin
Sorrow drips away, Gods bless the recede
Of low tide, but the tide
Is a perpetual cycle, back and forth
Back and forth
Haunting distance of blood-dark blue
Like a memory of a grimace
Shivering, sublime, careless
Don’t relax in the riptide, or the riptide
Will scrape your bones clean of belonging