The wind is frosty.
The water is to my shoulders.
I'm crying not intentionally, But out of fear.
Am I dying?
I did this. No, I didn't.
It was them,
all of them.
The water continues to rise
I take breaths as if they were my last.
I'm treading water, my feet move quickly
not too quick that I tier easier and burn out
only for the water to swallow my whole.
For the water to let every animal feed off of me till I die.
I can't die not now.
People around me shiver and sob till there is no energy to use
Drained to the point there is no way of keeping their heart beating.
Drained to the point they would rather die than suffer.
Drained to the point someone fall asleep
Leaving others to feel the need to carry them or let them drown.
Drown to the bottom of the ocean where only...