The calling ..

The waves whisper to me, calling me to the delicate sand.

The water clears over my feet, encompasses where I stand.

The breeze touches my face, whips my hair.

The breeze encases my body, recognizing I'm there.

The mists coagulating out the sun, turning dark with outrage.

The sky never again blue, an unmistakable cautioning of risk.

The rain pelting my skin, as cool as ice.

The water leaking in my bones, irrefutably compact.

The world calling to me, hauling me out.

The climate thicker, it's my distress no uncertainty.

The waves became higher, slammed over my head.

The breath overwhelmed, unmistakably dead.