milky ink

A stream of imagery perhaps? Feel free to tell me what this is.

the sentient sea was incensed. we stood on the precipice, watching the interminable current undulating, folding and unfolding; bitter water growing violent with each surge, the ocean rejecting and regurgitating bitterness, reflecting the honeyed tenebrous sky, the sea, a basin of milky ink. salt-edged spindrift tormented the black rocks, biting at our rufescent cheeks and our bare knees. our bodies jerked impulsively outwards, into the bitter sea. engulfed and scourged clean of woeful afflictions. absconding our own selves, of pursuers as demons as devils burying sentience under the creasings of the hissing spiteful swell. 

Author's Note

ignore grammar and syntax errors, they are intentional