The Sea is a Conqueror — Writer.Interrupted

The sea is a conqueror; rapacious, insatiable, its tide coming to wash me away; abluvion. Ripples in the waves stretch towards the shore – fingers reaching for my hands – tugging at my edges; blurry and indistinct. Fearful of the immensity: Annihilation or redemption? I take a deep breath; the air a waltz in my lungs, The wind whispers in my ear: “Jump…”

The Sea is a Conqueror — Writer.Interrupted

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