She danced
In her white
Smock dress.
A bottle
Of absinthe
In her hand.
Her wild isabelline
Hair flew around
Her as she
Raced,
Bare foot,
Among the trees.
She could
Feel
The ground
Under her feet
Change
As she
Broke free
Of the woods
And stumbled
Onto the shore.
She stepped
Slowly
Into the icy water.
Gracefully she
Walked forward.
She could feel
The cold
Creeping up
Her skin.
She stopped,
Neck deep,
In the black
Frigid water.
She took one
Last sip
Of her drink
From the bottle.
She took one
Last breath
Of the cold
Winter air.
And then
She let herself
Be swallowed
By the sea.