The madman saw me from across the sea.
He yelped gibberish, I am sure, though I couldn't hear.
He made me want to choke myself
instead of drowning.
I put my hands around my neck,
pretending to reach for the stars one last time.
He fell onto his knees, he howled, he coughed up blood.
And he spit it in his hands, colored his
cheeks red with it; like the insides of his guts.
He was his own, I belong to the sea.
I was like SUPER bored in English class that day. I have edited this one a thousand of times.