The longer I stood, the deeper my toes gripped
Into blackened strips of earth' score.
My softened toenails, now crushed white seashells
Replicated speckles on some beach years previous.
I forgot the name of each grain of sand after drowning.
My shaking hands sandwiched above my skull, beneath waves.
I intended only to melt jousting memories reeling.
Relentlessly spinning.
I only knew I could finally walk away.