Hands soiled with ash   I drift toward the roiling ocean   Whether my legs take me   Or some unknown instinct      I prepare to drink   To swallow the foaming filth   I let my lungs fill   To rid me of these cunts and slugs      The ocean holds me tenderly   No thought given to struggle   Accept my fate without a fight   Azure sky turns to grey      Hand dig into sand   On my knees I watch the brine   Ready to take me   Hungry for my breath      My gods hold me buoyant   I dip and flow with the tide   Finally released, finally free   Finally me. Finally me.