She stands at the edge,
The cold breeze, unfelt,
Breathing behind her,
Calling her back.
The bright, lonely moon,
Braving the dark night,
Lights upon the waves
As they shatter on the shore,
One after the other.
She longs for the dark depths
Out beyond the white horses
Racing to their doom,
Longs for the icy embrace
That will numb away
Her many
heavy pains,
She longs to lose
Her falling tears in the salty swell
As it takes away
her ragged breaths
In a final kiss.
She steps
slowly
away from life.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 3:24 PM UTC
She stands at the edge,
The cold breeze, unfelt,
Breathing behind her,
Calling her back.
The bright, lonely moon,
Braving the dark night,
Lights upon the waves
As they shatter on the shore,
One after the other.
She longs for the dark depths
Out beyond the white horses
Racing to their doom,
Longs for the icy embrace
That will numb away
Her many
heavy pains,
She longs to lose
Her falling tears in the salty swell
As it takes away
her ragged breaths
In a final kiss.
She steps
slowly
away from life.
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