17 please!
17. Ocean
October one word wrong prints.
Sorry, anon, but this is a little fucked up.
The ocean is alive. Not in the way you think. I don’t mean the plant life beneath the black depths or the creatures too numerous to list by name. The tide is her heartbeat, the waves crashing at our feet her hungry fingers.
What’s that? The waves are dragging you out further, and why don’t I help! How can I just fucking leave you here to drown?
The thing is, that’s the deal the ocean and I made. She let me go once, and in return, I promised to feed her.
No, don’t cry. There is no use in struggling against her! Take comfort in knowing that you are serving a greater purpose. Good night. Rest easy.
And good night my wet, black hearted goddess. I will see you soon.
