And She Was

boat

And she was

Quiet

Alone

Numb

Her fears, her desires, her future

Vast as the open sea

Until the clouds roll in

 

It will end

For the light

From the stars at night

Never shines as brightly

As it does on Hollywood screens

 

There was nothing

And she was nothing

As she felt nothing

As though it were something

 

It will end

She thought calmly

Squinting against the sunlight

 

She willed coming darkness

To deepen the waters

Where

She knew

It would be nice

To disappear into

 

Seagulls cried

Water lapped at her feet

Salt scrubbed

Her delicate skin

And wafted into her nostrils

She closed her eyes

And smiled

And waited

 

Yes

It would be nice

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Beaches

beaches

Even the weather was perfect as she placed the final sand dollar in the last silver bowl. Pushing her long hair back from her face, she glanced at the horizon- the sun was high, a sure sign of afternoon.  It was time to get ready. She called out to her girlfriends and together, they giggled their way back to the little house on the beach.

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