Should Have Been Drowned

It was like she was floating through air, in a dream. Everything was black. She felt nothing under her. She wondered if she even existed anymore... did the waves on the ocean take her life? She supposed that wasn't so bad though not really what she wanted. All she wanted was freedom, to not be locked in a vicious cycle of the masters above her. The life she lived before was maybe something to be expected of a slave or maybe not. She had at least known the life she knew was not normal, though as fate went.

Somewhere in her scrambles in the open sea she found some driftwood that she latched too, and maybe passed out from the exhaustion of swimming and inhaling ocean water. The wood had drifted her here to the island, one she had not visited before. But none of that mattered while she laid on the pull of the shore, under a sprinkling sky through bursts of moonlight. Almost appearing lifeless and unknowing where or even that she had landed somewhere.

"Reila"