I donât know how long Iâve been here.
Icy water stings my sides,
A pain which is almost pleasurable.
A reminder that I am still alive.
That I am more than a shell.
More than a husk.
My clothing weighs me down.
Compressing me, pulling me into the sharp damp sand.
My limbs are heavy, nailed to the ground.
Something out there wants me static.
Wants me to give up.
Wants me to close my eyes and d...