The violence inside lead to the ocean
to kill myself using the Law Of Motion
I spoke to the sea and the sea spoke to me
the night sky and the waters
secret thoughts of midnight slaughters past
and freezing, slow deaths
envisioning my last breaths
lungs fill
my first kill
my last
my past, waiting to attack
stand fast, don't look back
keep toward the shore
straight ahead into the roar
of the crashing tide
I tried
but gravity won
before I could get the job done
before I could drown
I hit the cold ground
my bones let out a loud crack
and instinctively I turned back
that was all it took
I gave the Atlantic one last look
broken but still dry
goodbye
making my way back to the pavement
cowardly seeking enslavement
I crawled for I could not stand
clawing and clenching at the sand
slithering on my belly like a snake
consequences of my mistake

now I am a prisoner of my own fragility
and a vicious joke of probability