High-tide, from 27/11/05

She lies
tied up and bound,
Open, Vulnerable,
against the sand.

The tide comes in,
the sound of water crashing against the shore,
ringing in her ears,
Each much louder than the one before.

The water level steadily rises,
crashing against her body relentlessly.
She panics.

She struggles against her bonds,
futile,
as the tide comes in still faster,
covering her legs.

Higher,
and higher.

It reaches for her face,
it's waves beating against her,
leaving her spluttering,
and helpless.

The water level continues to rise,
ignoring her cries of protest,
suffocating her.

Drowning her.


Signing off......
Come what may, I am here for you to deal as you wish