The Last Wave

The ocean recedes

Breathe in deeply

Retract the knife

and something commences

Before the crimson is a moment of silence

The skin still clean, the water still blue

The blade the only evidence

This feat falters for just a second

As the heart grips tight

To what? It doesn’t know anymore

So it slowly loses might

And the moment ends

The feat resuming

The blood rushing

Like the ocean’s release

Like a final exhale

and only you witness this

Only you stand on this beach