At Sea (scene 2 of 6)

The cool rip tide ripped twine the skin. Though thick as hide it split from being dried in the sun while drinking salts..

A beating drum called through the rush of ear lashings, and near crashings with stone that would silence it all. The tone dropped pitch and quickened with the violence, which proved very welcome as the confused cerebellum swished it liquids to the rhythm of minimizing waves. The limited days that preceded indeed did repeat, though changed coinciding with the drumroll intertwining with the memories. It was there all along. And the stronger the song banged, the longer it all sank into sea that poisoned within. 

The choice was no different, and drink did the victim while dreaming of reaching dry land..

And drank to the bottom with all things forgotten, to lay evenly onto the sand.