his vision was stolen for long seconds . i pushed myself back , my boots sliding on blood . the rocking and swaying of the ocean did n't help . she took a breath and asked , `` remember how we celebrated ? '' i go to his funeral and someone passes wind on his grave . the cold steel pressed against her flesh . `` you think what you did last night will help ? '' all i know is that i have to keep going , have to get through this . 