The son the sea is a saDist
Captivating and confident are his waves, and like a siren, he calls the driftwood to his shores.
Like brittle bones of castawaYs they crash into land.
Halting only Long enough to break apart and be swept under once more.
With each cycle they become less recognizable even to the eyes of those with experience
Like a little boy with a magnifying glass he tortures anything in his wAke
Some strays of the sea are lucky and come to rest on the banks of an unfamiliar place.
But location matters not, only survival.
See, anyone who dare play with the young son of the sea may eNd up swept away in the undertow
Withholding air, your panic soars
If he gets you that far and you still live you’ll then be sunk to the depths. Where he will let the weight of his body crush you.
Yet still he is enjoying himself.
Flooding all of you, until you are only an island in your mind and a memory to everyone else.
Water has always frightened me. It’s blackness, it’s endlessness and the mystery of what lies beneath that could be my end in seconds.
However the beasts that swim, I’ve discovered, are the least of my worries.
The son of the sea is a sadistic fuck.
once he found me I was lost
I don’t want to play with him, I’ll live instead.
Xo 😘
