High Tide.

Come clean.
Tell me everything.
Let it hit me like a tidal wave.
Slow, steady breaths
As I'm enveloped
By the truth.
I will drown in it.
God knows I've been
Suffocating all this time.
Let it carry me out to sea
In a foamy, briny cradle.
Rock me to sleep in the abyss.
Don't bother to pull me in.
There is nothing for me
On the shore.

Christina Sawyer (c) 2012