A piece by Cadence Bommarito, freshman English Education major
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Content Warning: discussion of suicide
When she loved to be alone, she would swing on trees snapping all the branches, tugging at the
leaves. Dancing with the wind she sang beautiful songs, trotting on and on. She would run
through the forest, past all the trees. She would run to the ocean’s edge, and right up to the
sea. When she stood on the brink of the cliff, she felt free, away from mischief. She smiled as
the great summer’s breeze blew lightly on her cheeks. As she gazed upon the glistening waters
and silver sand dollars, she was reminded of her late mother and daughters. Her songs fell, left
not to exist and tears whimpered from the ocean’s mist. She sat on the edge of that cliff and
crossed her arms frozen stiff. Her vanilla dress sagged low, all the pink flowers that lined its bell
washed away in the undertow. The curls in her hair fell loose to a ragged bush. Her tears
slowly grew to rivers, and the wind gave her a push. Her face flushed red in her sob, while her
pearly white smile was robbed. Her cheeks flooded by the wet streams, while she noticed
clouds covering the sun’s last beam. Her mood turned gray and bland, yet she sat on the land
and knew she must not let this sadness expand. The girl thought of happy rainy thoughts:
jumping in puddles and picking tomatoes before they rot. She thought about jumping off the cliff
to the sharks and swallowing the mold of the crop. She longed to be like the trees, they were
never alone, they had the leaves of the other trees, the ocean was never alone, it had the
lighthouse watching it go, the cliff was never alone, it had the girl, but the girl always felt alone.
Forever she would talk to the trees, but they would mind their business to the leaves, forever
she would talk to the ocean but it would never listen, forever she would talk to the cliff and it
would listen but it was always wordless. She yearned to be like the trees or the ocean.
Though, forever she loved the cliff, and refused to let it go, forever she would have to love to be
alone.
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