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

Like a Rainstorm

Clouds

Rain was thick in the air as the clouds rolled in, a dark grey blanket that swaddled the sun. May Ellen hadn’t seen rain in so long that she’d nearly forgotten what it was. The summer had been long and the winter had been even worse, barely accumulating any precipitation. Now, well into spring, she had begun to doubt that anything could ever grow again.

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