she sat quietly on the pier

as the early morning mist enveloped her and everything around her

she listened intently to secrets the fairies so graciously shared

and heard the soft reassurances on the breeze

she felt seen and understood for once

and she did appreciate it

but you know the saying…”too little too late”

and she had come here with a job to do

so without ceremony or second thought

she jumped


~Melanie Thomason


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  1. I can’t believe we wrote the same thing.

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