I feel the tide rising. Up and up.
I feel it slipping down my throat.
Salt burning my lungs
I need to be free
The sirens call my silver ships to crash
To fall and burn
Sadness and joy as the crimson falls
Drips out on the shore.
And just as the sea holds me close
Holds me under. I grasp at the sand.
I'm free of her for now. The ship won't sail on these waves for a time.
For a while. For ever or a day?
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