As I sat on the rocks

and watched the waves crash,

my own salt water dripped down my cheeks.

I rose with the tide

to prance across the jagged stones.

On the tips of my toes,

I leapt and twirled

faster with every step.

When the threat of falling

crossed my mind,

I grew more excited

to be dancing with death. 

I thought if I slipped away into the ocean,

I might meet you somewhere in the abyss.