Crushed
By Tegs
Cold foamy breeze brushing my cheek freezing the tears and smothering the scream. A wave of darkness crashing down pushes me to the bottom, crushing out all breath. A flicker in the distance too far to reach, taunts and teases, and just makes me sure that there's no way I'll ever get out. That I'm doomed to lay on this sea bed and suffocate agonisingly slowly, alone. Written March 27th, 2002 © on Mar 27 2002 02:31 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Cold foamy breeze brushing my cheek..."