Waltz of Salty Fate

The water stabbed and cut through my canvas of skin ~ it eyes were black as pitch ~ cunning ~ ruthless ~ it’s hands stronger than my own ~ I pounded ~ threw blows ~ cursed ~ spit ~ prayed ~ my arms felt old ~ worthless ~ my mouth flooded with salty foam ~ my mind begged the beast ~ it was tired ~ poor ~ waltzing with regrets ~ I was no warrior ~ I resigned to my waste ~ a short pause in the swallow of the sea ~ lost ~ never to be missed

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