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You`ll Feed The Sea

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You'll crawl into the soft embrace of your bed tonight. You'll put your body to sleep. Expecting to be recharged for tomorrow's troubles and victories.

The icy lick of the wind will jolt you awake. Your eyes will shoot open before being forced into a squint at the salty bite; ahead of you, behind you, all around you, nothing but the sea.

You'll think you're dreaming.

You will start to swim, the tides will fight against you, quickly draining you of energy. You're not used to not having control over the water; you can't turn the faucet off when it gets too cold. You can't step out of the pool; here, you're completely subject to the will of the waves.

Hyperventilating, you will stop to look around for anything other than yourself and the ocean. With no landmarks, the only thing suggesting that you moved at all will be the soreness of your muscles.

You may scream, you may cry, but there is no one coming to save you.

You'll be alone, with nothing to eat or drink. Without any tools, any survival information you gleaned from television or internet videos will be rendered useless beyond a cruel taunt of a slightly better situation.

You will close your eyes and pray to wake up in your bed; you`ll hit yourself again and again; you`ll beg your mind to save you from this fate.

Then you'll start to realize you're not dreaming.

The cold will nibble at your toes and fingers, turning them stiff and numb, and your blood will thicken in your veins. When dehydration sets in, your head will pound and spin, your throat will burn, and even the basic task of keeping yourself floating in the water will seem impossible.

White-capped tongues will roll you around, dragging you under for a taste a few times. Your head beneath the waves, a haze of darkness, will be all you can see as you are spat out to the surface again and again.

Drawing breath will become a fight; your skin will start to blister, sloughing off in dry strips, your fingernails will break and slip from the nailbed.

You will slip under the dark currents more and more. Each time, drifting closer to giving in and fulfilling your final destiny.

Fragmented memories of your loved ones, friends, and pets will fade in and out of your broken consciousness, remnants from an expiring life.

When you are finally tenderized, you`ll fall under the waves one final time; you`ll try with everything in you to rise again, but you will have nothing left.

You`ll hear the choir below, you`ll hear rumbling bouncing off sunken stone tiles. As the water fills your lungs, you will taste the harsh salt scorching your mouth. You`ll feel something brush against your leg—something great and hungry. You`ll be washed away, your body and soul will disappear into the maw of the deep. 

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