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Backdraw
I can feel it. Myself pulling away from shore, from everyone. I know what it means. I’m tring to stop it. Truely I am, but I don’t think I’m strong enough. It will come. It’s inevitable, and I’m scared. They’ll all die in my eyes. Consumed by my red hot sea.
Seeing them drown in my head, it kills me. The Tsunami will hit. I try to draw it away, lessing it’s intensity, but it’s fuitile. The most I can do for them is pretend. Act, look pretty. A show, a play. Beautifully written, orchastrated just for them. Painting a surreal mural from afar, but it’s useless.
They’re smart. They can see. They know. But they can’t stop it. It won’t just be them. Everyone will find a watery grave in my sight. I’ll find a new mission. To defend myself from the spirits that plague me. Maye one day I’ll realize I’ve died long before. Blasted in the heart, yet still alive. They kept my body safe, mourned my death, scattered my ashes over a cliff. Into a beautiful ocean, I drifted. Now they take vengence. I wish to stop it, but I can’t. I’ve tried. I’m trying. But the shore line is far from the coast now. Water world will be upon us. And it all started with my backdraw.
