A casual routine

Part 2

In the evening I visit the sea.One moment I’m solid,the next I’m liquid.Transparent.The sea sees through me but not in the way I can see through her.Sometimes,I catch her wandering in the halls of my soul.She knocks all doors,but in each room there is a fear of mine hiding.More terrifying than all of them combined.Calls out their names one by one, knowing well that her bewitching voice will be the only one interrupting the dead silence.And if walls could talk,they wouldn’t.Disappointed once again,she floats from one side to another.A storm of grief.Her screams won’t affect me,her pounding won’t hurt me,but her tears will destroy me.Each salty drop turns to acid,pools of rage,using her own grace.And just like that,I watch the beauty become the beast.

So I sink and drown.

Past the unraveling depths of the ocean

Touch the bottom of the well

Scorching flames but I get chills

In the pits of my own hell