Mulling over past events, I hear the simple breath. A complex existence Lulling me forward. The ocean lies ahead, But her breath pulls me closer.
The rising surf, Crashing like a titan’s cradle. Fear spraying my face As she kicks up the water. Tearing me from our reality, While screaming a muting melody; Dragging out the fear inside of me
My layers, Worn too thin, Letting her right through. Piercing my skin And igniting my nerves; Numbing my senses, And leaving in silence.
The wind is cold, is it not? It’s another thought. If you’ve seen my other work you’ll know what the wind is.