coasting at the coast cape runaway beckons just past the breaks summer morning vista seen from our bed through sleepy summer holiday eyes still I can see the foam crashing on the rocks that feed the churn between the capes landfall and rocky outcrop
I remember the thrill first time I steered us around those rocks the strong current pulling and rocking the boat you too ****** to navigate us safely first time I'd driven the boat I remember the powerful engines(2 twins) straining against the undertow trying to pull us into a rocky jagged death you were oblivious kept sliding your hand up my thigh
I could feel the bow dipping toward the crag then the boat being tossed toward equally rocky foreshore it was a push me pull you dance you blissfully ignorant hammered reaching for another cold one one hand trying to find a way inside my shorts
I remember having to put it in reverse full throttle then cut it quick to roll out of the pit with the flow of the undertow then gun it to clear water
I remember being mesmerised enticed by the eddied turbulent water
I remember thinking I could just let it go and dive overboard alone a strong sea swimmer trained surf life saver
I remember looking seeing the path through the rips counting the beats between the crashing waves knowing I could easily make it alone
I'd swum through pain before my shoulder still burned you almost ripped it out of the socket my fingers traced the lump and fissure under my hair line where you'd smashed my head into the wooden door frame over and over your fist a handful of my hair seeing stars and tweety birds tasting blood from biting my lip and my tongue staying on my feet refusing to crumple before you
Christmas night before we left for the coast boxing day morning at 6am
I remember thinking
I don't love you anymore
I remember thinking
youve made a slaughterhouse of our love
I remember thinking I'm better than you than this urge to hurt you back so you'd understand how deep you hurt me
I remember thinking I don't want to be like you and steering us both safely home.
J.C. 13/09/2019. 12.22 am (Friday 13th)
Where the bay met open water, the pacific ocean, at the point of the cape, a small rocky outcrop, perfectly positioned to cause a small but deadly patch of water between the outcrop and rocky foreshore...it had claimed several boaties lives over the years..