1:38 p.m. - November 30, 2010
Waves come crashing down
Hold on to the chains, pull on them tighter and maybe I'll pull you up. My heart is a treacherous little imp betraying every other part of me. It bruises the skin, it hampers the soul. Oh how I wish I could rip you out and drown you in the vast ocean that is my hatred. Scars and burn marks are part of the sand that adorn the beaches in my mind. Waves come crashing down, swallowing anything that dares to thread around.

Walking bare into the rough waters, to cleanse my dirty skin, that is covered in my blood...