Alissa, tall,  I think 5’9 for a girl it is, dark skinned. Well I guess; losing it all at 18. Her circles a mess so I don’t think they’d ever notice. They never noticed how deep she’d fallen, how far she’d gone, how fast she drowned.

Oblivion is a mere state. Her voice echoed in an empty room. As loud as she could shout she couldn’t shout louder than her vocals. At mere sight, no one would resist, don’t judge a book by its cover and Alissa was the book, we were all her nonchalant and lackadaisical readers

Alissa was perfect, perfect in her acting, perfect in playing the part. A part time queen and a full time slave to her proclivities. Hmm I guess it’s the age, I looked straight in her eyes and saw the rage, not at me but at everyone plus me I felt bad I felt blind so many “what if’s” ran through my mind. I couldn’t spot a black head that stared right at me, I couldn’t clean the spot I missed, it was right in front of me too, I guess I’m not the only one. Even Alissa was her biggest enemy a friend to herself and a foe to herself, it’s a lot to take in, I know. She bottled all those feelings, emotions, and thoughts neatly, held them close to her heart so they’d be alive. Unfortunately, they over grew and began carrying her. On the outside, she carried her bottle, but on the inside her bottle bottled her.

Now there’s Alissa in the pacific floating with the bottle right by her side like a wish bottle, but no it’s not a wish bottle. I can’t reach out to Alissa nor the bottle anymore and it’s sad.
A soul like Alissa’s should never have gone missing, I feel bad for Alissa, I really do, but what more can I do than to write this dirge for Alissa.
They said a good writer not only possesses his own spirit but also the spirit of his  friends. This is Alissa’s.