The rustle of the ocean
reaches my ears,
the white foam rises
and the flood begins to start.

I wade through and
catch a word floating by.
Carefully avoiding the
bent metal sea-weed
that clings to my leg
and won't let go.

It slides in from places unseen,
stacking to my neck.
I take a bursting breath as
I fight to reach the surface,
Before I'm lost in this
sea of paper-cuts.