to the breaking tide…
"The breath moves through the body like sludge. Raking over me with melancholy. Heavy. Under. Towing out to Tides that no longer compel me, or draw me in. Out to lines I no longer reel in, knowing only Death does pull upon the End, like a Great shark, hunting me, without sweetness. Out to you, remembered, and not unSeen, but ignored. I have no more pieces of my Heart, like chum to bait for you."