MY OCEAN GRAVE

looking out over the grey sea that crashes like it's angry and waiting. you slowly walk over to the bed. blue and grey blends with the sky, with the sea, and the only thing letting you know you're not drowning is the tap tap tap on the glass wall. the little cylindrical windows looking out to the shore.
you feel like he could take your breath, take your very life. and you wouldn't even care. he has a way of making you feel like you're sinking already. he is this angry ocean.
in and out, all you feel is your lungs clutching to reality.

in and out.
until they stop.

and fill up.

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