Now Slip Under

This creative post is a poem loosely based off of "Now Goes Under" by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Now I slip under, and I watch it grow, that love
that entrances and engulfs.
Today has ended the struggle, in your clutching fists,
and the senseless quarrels,
Of friendship magnified, and frightening
That leads to an angry ocean.

This is truth
That I should have gone
From that consuming love, that constant hungry mouth
so ready to dine with fork and knife
to leave so many deteriorating. Face to Chest
weakening backbone in this place,
where honesty is a delicacy,
and sincerity comes only three times a day,
I am drowning, swallowed by the motions.

I would have swam, but if I could
The waves would grow taller, the salt burn,
the storm going further than the eye can see
But only for me, the weak one.

Now goes the will, I slip under.
Farewell, sweet self, you are eaten.