Oceans

She looks down on him.
So she let him fall:
Under her crush of hopes
Below the ocean of her despair
Choked with the seaweed of her lies-

And her tears create tiny waves
Along the newly-dug sea of earth,
Rippling the pools that are her emotion;
Kneeling above her now-dead innocence,
She whispers softly, “fool”.

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AN: written for the Stop The Press drabble challenge, prompt of “oceans”. Two out of ten!