Escape During Low Tide, Head for Shipping Lanes, Never Think Twice

We sailed safely into the night,
On a raft of misconceptions,
and dead bodies bloated
from salt water and sun.
Pressed forward past the breakers,
drifted with the current,
followed by sharks,
waiting to feast on our remains.
The sun stuck us with blister,
burnt and unrecognizable,
our skin dry like leather,
slipping from our bones.