Imagine you’re laying on a beach. Lounging even. Languid.
And the tide is rushing in, but you don’t care.
It’s getting closer and closer each time, until it’s crashing over you
and forcing it’s way into your nose and down your throat,
Swallowing you completely as it pulls you out to sea.
Also, you’re on the moon, where the ocean is like night sky.
(the moon has beaches for the purposes of this metaphor,
because you need it to.)
It’s black and impenetrable with a smattering of glittering pearls,
spread haphazardly, like I just came on a shred of black velvet.