Cry For Me
She steps slowly, one foot at a time into the calming warm water, she relaxed her muscles and let the water cover her weak, bruised body.
Why is everyone so afraid of death?
Maybe it's not as bad as we all imagine? Maybe it's paradise, a place/state free from all the terrors and hardships of the world.
The water brushes her chin, completely covering her neck
Maybe death is the only way to be free
The water reaches her nose, leaving no room for air
Maybe death is here to save us all, I could be free, death can set me free.
She's buried under water, air bubbles escaping from her nose. The water suddenly goes cold, making its way into her lungs and throat.