I am hit with a crashing wave & it has carried my words away along with the disposables of the sea.

My throat is filled with knots as the sting of the salt burns the brown of my eyes.

I cough & seek for air

Gasping,

Reaching,

Screeching.

The salt is leaving scarred trails of evidence on my cheeks.

Evidence that I have become attached to this house built in the sand.

The waves keep crashing & the tide is pulling further away.

I reach for your hand in this hurricane & pray you can feel me.

Your face is lost in the wind & rain.

& I'm losing your touch.

I wheeze until a ball of wit & shit comes flying out

& inside is a pebble with an inscription:

Your not trapped, just trust and jump.

I reach for your hand & hope you can sense me

So we can escape these colliding walls.

As I embrace the edge with my eyes blinded by the burn

& whip-lashed to my knee's

I grip your hand until my knuckles turn white.

Une

Deux

I look at the pebble one more time,

To rid all doubt from my mind

Trois.

& I jump in hope to find

My rock and my mind
At the bottom of the sea with my love at my side.