A High Tide For Her

Her legs were laid bare upon the granules of eroded land, feet slipping along the lip of the ocean.
She looked out and envied the worlds beyond the waters edge.
Her soul sang blues while she stared into the murky depths.
The ocean floor couldn't be far from here. It drew her closer, nearer, the sound ever clear.

It's hands crept along the surface, scaling the sandy mountains in its path.
It clung to her arms, her neck, her hands; grasping tightly and numbing the limbs.
It would be so easy for her to close those eyes, to let the wind carry her hither and thither.
But would she not yearn for that solid ground? Was there really any harm in never moving at all...?

Her body shuttered at the thought. Not to the thought of drifting forever in outer space.
The thought of uncertainty.
This decision was hers alone,
Even so, the skin can only absorb so much.

She could wait until the goosebumps marched along her sun-kissed skin.
She could dry and prune away by this hole in the Earth.
And yet, she did continue to stare down the Sun as it scurried out of sight.
She would not even flinch at the splashing waves that breached the coastline.

The one obstacle between her and fate were a few measly rocks protruding from the shore,
But she was somewhere else - already adrift.
She would not move, nor did she know,
The ocean tide would take her.

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