Empty

Empty.

Everything is empty.

A woman sits on a tall rock,

Waiting for the sun to rise.

Empty.

She walks along the shoreline,

She sees the waves wash over her feet,

But she can not feel it.

Empty.

She peers below the surface of the water.

Fish swim every which way,

Small eyes peer up at her,

But she can not see them.

Empty.

She looks up at the sky,

The sun is rising.

She smiles.

She walks into the water.

Her dress stays dry as she walks.

As the sun comes up,

She disappears into the ocean.

She is no longer empty.

 
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Ada123

VT

19 years old

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