“Goodbye.”, she said.
As the water rose to greet her,
the tide walked her
past the threshold of breathing,
leaving the cold rush
of exhale to kill.
She’s smiling with her eyes
(or maybe they’re just glazed over
from death).
Either way she seems happy.
Seems.
Don’t fake this.
Another wave topples after
and a wish is washed ashore.
“Come back.”, they say.
But the currents drag her away
as she slips
from your frowning hands.
Slips.
Or maybe she fell in.














Comments
amazing line breaks.
one of your best.
and still with the undercurrents of emotion i've come to expect from your writing
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ideals... deception... humanity...
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