Nineteen. Twelve.
The ice cubes in the glass bobbing
Freezing water engulfing them in unforgiving hugs
Getting smaller and smaller
Their time is limited
Screaming for help
To be pried from the painful grasp of the ocean
The blanket of warmth stretched so far
Being shredded to pieces
Silence
The warmth turned to frost
The shrieking subsides
As the ship of dreams disappears beneath the atlantic
