there’s a quiet squeamishness 
hanging heavy in the air, 
a crimson ray of blistering sunlight 
pierces the silent wind; 
pictures worth a thousand words 
begin to lurch freely about, 
like a tornado with an angelic facade 
and a devilish enterprise; 
chilly oceans whirling ferociously, 
a sharp prick of agony 
as freezing water stabs 
your clammy, delicate skin; 
an onslaught of jealousy 
turns to a sickening green hue, 
and gentle tides of sea mist 
begin to smooth the jagged rocks; 
as you lie sadly within the limits 
of your own narrow mind, 
and as the seagulls skim 
the turbulent waters in oblivion  
you wisp away into the violence of the sea.