"What Happened ... Michigan Ocean" by Nick

One second I’m standing in the musk of the basement dropping a shirt into the dirty pile, as it snaps…This is not the me, I want anymore… instantly my bare feet are in cold wet grass then slapping leaf covered pavement. All the way to the sticky sand littering the beach. The cold of the water rushes around me. It's rough. I turn to push against the waves.  Fighting the waves to get where my feet no longer touch, beyond where I can touch and feel…this.

Cold lake water fills my mouth as the waves spin me over and over and over… Blacking Out I feel the sharpness of the breakwater’s rocks beating me. Flogging me… I guess the ocean didn’t want me today. … Bloodied I lay there… Well I guess that happened.