She wanted to drown in a bed of magnolias. Soft, pink blushing petals smothering her face, light filtering through the milky flesh reflecting tiny stars flashing signals past her dull, dead eyes. Trying to find a sign of life in a mind numbed by the pain of longing. She wanted to be wrapped in a blanket of dew and have it harden, crystallizing against her skin, encasing her soul in a shroud of untouchable perfection.
"Most of all, I want it to end."She looked up and her eyes penetrated deep.
"Sometimes I look out over the lights and the rooftops…and I look down at the unbending, solid ground and for a few minutes I want to be there, smashed to pieces. Lights out".
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