Degraded To Ashes
Tho ocean smells like the tears,
salty,
as they gush down
touching her crimson lips.
the breeze dances with the sand,
tossing it around playfully.
she takes no notice.
Barefoot she walks into the sea,
washing away the sand,
and her life,
floating face down like a
water lilly.
Ophelia, how must you torment me.
The choice must have been
unbearable.
The sea or me.
The salt burnt away at you,
the sand must have stung
in your eyes
blinding you
to me,
watching
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