Spasms ensue, then cease. Sinking is ever peaceful.
Bodies of blood become a single body of water. Life swallows life; violence is an added inconvenience.
One will pray to not be born into unforgiveness. Imperfection will be punished swiftly, no need to see adulthood, one look is enough to know. Unnecessary trouble must be avoided.
Seeking a new beginning, solitude will forever be an oasis. Indulging in fantasy and seclusion, the living feel compelled to look elsewhere, to abstain from the view of their livid past.
A fossil offering to the future self. The bare experience of being remains, raw and devoid of humanity.
“This is all I am, forgive me.”