Sinking by Sievert Dinar
Sailormoon is owned by a lot of people who aren't me. This is a
disclaimer. Send all responses to sievertd@hotmail.com. This is
intelligent. The comments better be nice since I don't have the
emotional energy to deal with people who want to kill me for writing
this.
Splash.
She hit the water. Down she started to go.
He didn't love her. She could see that now.
Dreams of white weddings, of futures mapped out, gone.
He should have thought how deeply she would have felt.
He never thought. She always felt.
Down she continued, into the darkness of the river.
She felt fear. Didn't want to die.
But the love was dead. He didn't want to see her.
Not anymore. Not ever.
She tried to think where it all went wrong.
But nothing came to her mind.
He was a fool. He didn't know what he was losing.
She could feel the weight of the water above her.
She felt the pain, the spasms, of her body trying to breathe.
She was better than anyone he could have had.
She was dedicated to him, obsessed with him.
She wanted to be his bride. To wear the white dress.
She felt the water, entering her mouth.
Down, deeper and deeper, into the eternal darkness.
There was no turning back now. She revelled in death.
She felt the water, entering her lungs.
Mamo-chan..
Pain.
Panic.
Want to live.
To late.
Fear.
Mamo-chan.
Help.
Me.
Mamo..
Sievert Anathea Dienar sievertd@start.com.au
Sailormoon is owned by a lot of people who aren't me. This is a
disclaimer. Send all responses to sievertd@hotmail.com. This is
intelligent. The comments better be nice since I don't have the
emotional energy to deal with people who want to kill me for writing
this.
Splash.
She hit the water. Down she started to go.
He didn't love her. She could see that now.
Dreams of white weddings, of futures mapped out, gone.
He should have thought how deeply she would have felt.
He never thought. She always felt.
Down she continued, into the darkness of the river.
She felt fear. Didn't want to die.
But the love was dead. He didn't want to see her.
Not anymore. Not ever.
She tried to think where it all went wrong.
But nothing came to her mind.
He was a fool. He didn't know what he was losing.
She could feel the weight of the water above her.
She felt the pain, the spasms, of her body trying to breathe.
She was better than anyone he could have had.
She was dedicated to him, obsessed with him.
She wanted to be his bride. To wear the white dress.
She felt the water, entering her mouth.
Down, deeper and deeper, into the eternal darkness.
There was no turning back now. She revelled in death.
She felt the water, entering her lungs.
Mamo-chan..
Pain.
Panic.
Want to live.
To late.
Fear.
Mamo-chan.
Help.
Me.
Mamo..
Sievert Anathea Dienar sievertd@start.com.au