- Vol. 04
- Chapter 12
Image by Leio McLaren
A Nice Place by The Sea
Nobody leaves the island in any rush,
If they decide it's your time to go, they don't make you swim,
They let the sea take you instead.
People rarely protest, they just let the waves do the rest,
While they watch from a distance, igniting torches and throwing themselves in every direction, limbs pivoting violently like sticks,
The sun falls below the waterline, as the tide floats them away.