She ran,
and ran,
all the way to the ocean,
stopping only to watch 'Life in Rewind'
playing in slow motion.
Every bone in her body told her to jump;
got dismissed, just like always,
by a throat and its lump.
It takes courage to dive,
to breathe underwater,
to sink but not drown,
when you're your father's daughter.
So she stood there,
for an hour or two,
baring only her soul,
and her damaged left shoe.
Fighting hard against gravity,
against time and its Boolean brevity.
With no one to call her bluff,
about the water not being cold enough.