22 i sit on these rocks in the salty spray of midnight waves

22

i sit on these rocks in the salty spray of midnight waves
staring into pitched fog pierced only by venus and airplane lights
the silence beyond the white crest calls to me
all that i cannot take i leave on the rocks and wade into the icy foam as all the forces of my nature conspire to crush me
a lifetime seems to pass as i fight against the tide
my lungs and muscles burn
my mind begs me to give in
until at last i find myself treading the deep
distant shore lists as i catch my breath
the world falls into silence and the pain in my heart tells me it’s time
i whisper the words for only you to hear
they hover over the still water then sink into the deep beneath
i feel the rumbling before it reaches my ears
the leviathan rising
around me it surges, snaking down the shore frothing white in the dim until the great wave crests and falls pulling me down in the the mouth of the beast
first thoughts turn to reconsidered seconds
i grasp for words so carelessly given but they are no more
and so i die, fingers frozen and empty
and above me the waves continue crashing on the rocks like they always have
and always will
as long as we must say farewell

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