She stares out into the ocean.
She has built up emotion.
She sees the gloomy mist.
Her hands grip into a fist.
She lays there waiting.
She is debating.
Will he show?
She thinks she knows.
She is waiting for him to come.
She hears a steady drum.
Her eyes are filled with such sadness.
She is afraid of the waiting madness.
She waits for the madness to consume her.
She waits for him to stir.
She has already seen her own death.
This made her lose her breath.
She hopes it will be quick.
He decides to make it slow and sick.
She does not want to let go.
He tells her to go with the flow.
He wants her to die painfully.
She does not want to die shamefully.
She wants to die in her own way.
She runs trying to escape him that day.
She tries fighting with him.
He throws her around from limb to limb.
He grabs her neck snapping it.
He did not care one bit.