She stands
The salty air kisses her lips
As it whips through her hair,
She closes her eyes
And tilts her chin upward toward the sky
The sound of waves crashing; thunders in her ears
Splashes of icy rain drops pierce her face
Mixed with warm tears- they drip down the nape of her neck
She shivers,
Awaiting at widow's walk
She's forever alone,
At one with the world
She jumps.
About Me
- Krissy Renee Bosworth
- I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.
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