High Tide

It washes over you
like the waves
crashing on the shore
from the moon’s allure.

It consumes you,
until it drowns you.
Without a breath.

You fight to stay above
the ocean’s pounding surf,
but it’s suffocating
you. Your body
gives in.

There’s no avoiding
the immensity.
Just waiting,
until low tide.

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