The Shape of Water

At the font of her own misery she wept silently beneath a parapet sky of midnight blue Silver stars enmeshed and softened the water as she drew closer to the only venue of comfort she knew, ... Amongst the conference of moon's effulgence lay a quiet angel listening to the in and outs, of a sweet girl's breath A pear shaped tear fell on her pillowed cheek not a spark from the heavens could rouse her not a single whisper from Jala could end the sorrow that threatened to engulf her being ; At the brink of disaster a healing hand reached out softer then the caress of the breeze gentler then the brush of wings As she stood beneath the silver stars eyes glistening, she found the edge line of the water and giving it once last look, she embraced her fears and jumped.. June 23, 2021 Contest Name: The Shape Of Water Sponsor: Craig Cornish