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