The girl stood upon
the hard black rock,
Her heart beat hard
& so did the clock,
She was splashed by
cruel & icy spume,
Screaming in her face,
“It´s never too soon.”
Life told the girl,
“Don´t be such a silly fool,
We can do this together
& I´ll be your tool,”
Life would do it slowly
in grey throttling vice,
Ocean would be pretty,
cold & over in a thrice.
“She´s mine” said the
ocean, “Mine all mine,”
“Never”, screamed life,
“She´ll be just fine,”
The girl now wavered
on the precipice of time,
Beneath her feet, she
felt the treachery of slime.
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