She dipped her toes in the black, swirling water. It threatened to pull her under the icy current, tugging at her feet and creeping in a frigid path up her legs. She didn't wince, willing to sweetly comply to its rash wishes. Her eyes we looking downward as if they were ashamed of the face they were expertly set in. Beautiful was a forbidden fruit, a sour slime coating every conversation of confession. No was a bitter word, biting and pinching until her skin was perfectly black and purple, all shades of green and irregular bruise. She longed to be proven to.
But how are they to know, love, when there's no one to tell them?
She smiled a grim smile, a slight upward tug at one side of her lips. Hearing the pop of skin's delicate resiliency was pleasure in the most wicked of temptations. She was the most evil, heartless of creatures. Swimming in her own pool and fighting to stay afloat.
With no one to take the time to save her, how fast will she sink?
Her dark tendrils of hair will separate and fan her head, her skin bloating and discoloring with the overexposure to water. Her skin would be cold, reminiscent of the temperature she had in life longed to be. She scooted closer to the jagged edge of the drop off. The water was knee-high now, prickles of an unknown feeling tickling her bones. After a while, no one would find her. They would vainly search for the lost. Her bones would bury themselves in the sand, nestled in their final beds beside shattered beer bottles and the demise of those who weakened themselves to the hair-thin tightrope that she had long walked. Waves of warmth cascaded up to her chest.
When there's no heat in her, the cold confronts her, accusing her of the unforgivable.
She accepts the judge's verdict….guilty.
And then she's under the layer of hydrogen and oxygen, rolling towards the future she envied.
Worthless is accurate.