A girl stands on a beach
Watching the sun set
Tangerine-colored clouds on the horizon
The girl sits down in the sand
Feeling cold, wet pebbles beneath her fingers
And thinking
Of everything she'd ever thought, done, said
As gelid waves began to wash over her
Slowly, patterning
Not skipping a beat
Just like her heart
Now the moon shimmers
High in the sky
The girl lay down in the sand
As she took her last breath
A weight lifted off her shoulders
And she smiled.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
A girl stands on a beach
Watching the sun set
Tangerine-colored clouds on the horizon
The girl sits down in the sand
Feeling cold, wet pebbles beneath her fingers
And thinking
Of everything she'd ever thought, done, said
As gelid waves began to wash over her
Slowly, patterning
Not skipping a beat
Just like her heart
Now the moon shimmers
High in the sky
The girl lay down in the sand
As she took her last breath
A weight lifted off her shoulders
And she smiled.
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