The waves of the icy shore reached for me,
Clenching their fists before my feet,
The tips of my toes cried in agony,
Begging for some warmth or heat.
I was relentless,
Baring what I could,
The whipping of the cold ocean breeze was contentless,
And there was the faint smell of burnt beach wood.
I was ready,
There was a stinging of white noise beneath my belly,
A feeling that can only be described as free.
I felt it so cold,
I could swear I was burning,
I decided I would no longer withhold,
There was something inside me churning.
I dipped my head below the surface,
Letting the rest of my body fade to white noise,
My lips quivering without purpose,
Mortality was my apprise.