She decided to steep instead of drown.
A decision made while falling.
Knowing that after impact, she’d be left alone – drifting in the deep.
She would allow the heat to pull the essence from her – to infuse the space around her.
She would wade there until what was inside of her was coaxed out.
Seeping even into the air, waking the senses like sweet perfume.
Left floating in the heat of the moment.
Left alone in the deep.
Taking advantage of what her circumstances had wrought.
She would remain there.
Determined to steep instead of drown.