January 9, 2018
By MissCaitlynM BRONZE, Franklin , Wisconsin
MissCaitlynM BRONZE, Franklin , Wisconsin
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The taste of salty water on her lips.

The cool wave of water tugged at her hips.

The current was strong and pulled her down.

Saltwater lingered on her lips as she drowned. 

Into the dark, blue, abyss she goes.

Will she be found? No one ever, ever knows.  

The author's comments:

This was a piece I wrote from a prompt in my creative writing class. The prompt was to write a poem based off of a dream, and I had a dream where there was a bridge I could not cross, and I could see the water beneath the bridge. So I made it a bit more morbid and this is how the poem turned out. 

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