Chilled to the core
Raw. Paralyzed. Heaving. Wallowing.
The calm opaque polar water
is disrupted with the thrashing of a new victim.
Her vulnerability tempts the selfish sea,
consuming her whole.
As she knew it would.
It actively attacks her at every angle.
Grabbing her at every limb, while
extracting her power viciously.
She scrambles above the water, barely surfacing.
Sinister. Indistinct. Cruel. Hidden
The sky is lifeless, and the air smells of slaughter.
Booming with mockery, it howls.
The separation between sky and sea is non-existent.
Dark shades of black, red and blue fill the sea
attempting to drink her in.
The salt stabs her face, and her tears savour their last tracks.
Monstrous waves sense her unwanted presence,
as ice palates gash her wounded crown.
Time is always passing, never lingering, so unforgiving.
Torn. Smothered. Weakened. Foreseen.
Her lips, cracked and bloody, attempt to inhale.
Bitter water penetrates her lungs,
successfully sinking her vigorously with delight.
She knew it would come to this.
No second thoughts now,
her dream is now the truth.
The only one she thought she could achieve.
One last exhalation, she allows her self to sink.
The water instantly throttles her neck.
Steadily her disappearance dawns into reality.
Proven. Overlooked. Escaped. Treasured
