Tough Love

She stole white lines and crisp waters to still the rising ocean. With a kiss the white wash crashed over her. Thrashed to the shore gasping for air, for forgiveness, she was not cleansed but dragged back under by the current of life.

She awaited further judgment.

From herself.

 

 

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