The breeze is calling.
Strong waves sing my name.
I hear it, the sound of a thousand voices.
Trying to lull me, trying to call.
The salty wind caresses my body.
Closer, closer I move toward the shoreline.
Tiny pebbles, young ***** skitter between my feet.
The coolness of the sea races through my veins.
I start melting.
Slowly, I turn into a puddle at my feet.
Where I once stood, there is only void.
***** eat me.
Sea gulls fly above me.
The waves rush to and fro.
The breeze continues to call.