The waves crash against the stocks.
She can see the fluttering above,
The light shimmering on the violent waves. Pressure is building in her chest,
The aches are small, but tedious.
Hands above reach out to purchase one of her limbs.
She can only watch, as they effortlessly failed.
For she knew, she was sinking further into the darkness.
Not a soul could save her from her fear.
She's drowning.
Dead.
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PoetryA collection of short stories and heart felt poetry that invades my mind.