Weather The Storm
Broken and bashed; body slammed against the rocks
by Shala Drake
Flesh tears like wet tissue paper
Water tinged pink
Waves keep rolling ferociously in
Ravenous sharks smell blood; swim in the vicinity
Persistence is key to survival
Drowning; life will cease to exist
Holding on; begging for help from a craggy abyss
Excruciating pain; is it worth it?
Grip is weak; let go!
Death is but a moment of peace.