Set adrift by choices made, my tiny boat spins in the waves. Filling with dispair, the harder i try the more I bail. Anchor severed and sinking away to host living things on the ocean floor.
You have your world now full of living things, Why drag the dead girl around in her boat of dreams? Whispers of confidences spoken in fear all scattered to the wind now for the ocean and the sky to interpret for themselves.
Here comes the storm to ravage my vessel to cast the girl into the sea where the living things that take host on my anchor eat whats left of my soul.
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Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on October 8, 2004
BRILLIANT! What else can I say, little Elf?
Those final lines hit right between the reader's breastbone!
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Those final lines hit right between the reader's breastbone!