Salt.

All I can taste is salt.

My eyes.

Hairline cracks of crimson.

 

The waves consume me,

Again.

I struggle to breathe.

Not now.

Not this time.

A voice.

My husband.

I don’t want to hear this.

I fight to break through.

I want to tell him to stop.

Trapped.

“Are you okay?”

Like a ship in a whirlpool

Silence.

“I’m fine.”

The waters recede.

Erasing all evidence

Once there before.

Leaving me alone.

Leaving me bare.