19 June 2012
Anna looked at herself in the mirror Her finger tracing letters etched on her skin Her mind; a jigsaw shaken up Desperately seeking the person within
She longed for the friction inside to end Longed for death; an eternal peace She waded as driftwood, out to sea one day Let herself go into death's sweet release.
@naaviie Six word challenge.
Sweet Release • Opuss № I