"To ruin,"
she cried.
As her thoughts condensed and curdled
like souring milk.
"To giving up,"
she thought.
As her mind twisted
into the gnarled roots
of ancient tree.
"To death,"
she muttered.
Speaking to the reflection of herself.
As the pond's surface rippled
with every stone she threw.
Sending shivers through her chest,
as she gasped,
"Too late."
And her eyes watched as
up
from a deadened log
to a branch
that snapped
as upward
and she wished she
had said
"I love you,"
before he flew away.