The wave beneath my feet. Persuaded the sand to pull me into. My knee is worried, but their voice is moistening fear.
So, what's next?
The water is getting rid of my calf, then pulls me into the middle of the sea as a hunger mouth.
The questiont is, where are their voices?
Once I realize, their face turned away while I was forced to be in the water.
When I became more aware, their voice was not a warranty. They were silent when I was shouting for help.
And just when I dared to believe,
I fell, I folded, I fractured, and they clapped. Not for my pain,
but for the spectacle of my collapse.
"You're so strong," they said,
"Look how you stand."
They dragged the ground, they hollowed the earth then asked why my legs trembled.
They called me a survivor of the games they engineered,
A monument built from my own dust.
How stupid am i?!
Is that Friends? Is that Family?