Your rigid demeanor suffocates what little remains. Buried deep within my heart, you tear back the fabricated barriers, exposing me for what I am.
So, now that we’re alone, are you frightened? Do you have any pretentious words that may sway your impending demise?
The ebb and flow of the angered sea bemuses at your tongue’s silence. Perhaps you’re deep in thought.
Do you know how long I’ve attempted ridding myself of this precarious relationship?
I’m disgusted by the putrid stench wafting on the air entangled between thick folds of fog. I try reasoning while drifting with you in tow, when realization strikes me with a dagger-like intensity.
For years you’ve tortured me with an arsenal of poisoned thoughts and broken promises. I believed every word you’ve whispered in my ear; your taste on my tongue intoxicating neurons and judgment.
Now, dangling from a precipice with little dignity intact, your precision in annihilating my existence is almost complete.
I can only point blame at myself and accept the inebriated world I’m confined in. Groping in dire attempts, I search for absolution. Reaching out to others, deaf ears follow, and denial becomes a spoken truth.


*

The hungry fog awaits a decision—will I let you consume me, my body floating like driftwood swallowed within the angry sea? Or do I face the turmoil within?
In a mesmerizing dance, the sea-foam lures us further into the abyss. But then the fog dissipates, the storm calms, and I find my way back home.