virginia woolf

I wonder if she struggled

in that moment

between

fully deprived of breath

and death.

And I

wonder if she wished

the rocks tied to her wrists

were just an ounce or

two lighter.

Would she

have struggled

to break the surface

of the lavender water?

Or had she

already determined

her fate before she tethered herself—for

perhaps she had

already died

the moment

she sealed the letter.