Perception of death

Melena sits on the edge of the cliff overlooking the horizon. With nothing but the sweet smell of daisies and the occasional crash of the waves against the rocks. Her face burns as the wind gently kisses her for her tears had burned scars in their place. Her mind turns the perception of death into something beautiful and necessary. Her thoughts drown out from the sound of the rocks screaming her name from below. She begins to wonder how elegant she would look sprawled out on the bed of rocks. She wanted them to taste her blood. She is now standing on the edge of the cliff with the rocks flashing their sinister smiles up at her and the ocean that whispers her name. She breathes slowly, knowing these will be her last breaths of life. "Take Me" are her last words that are spoken in a soft whisper as she steps off the cliff.