Depths
Gaia Harper
(Shrewsbury)
It was once beautiful.
When it could bathe her in liquid gold,
And the taste of salt could fill her mouth and scrub her skin clean.
Its cool caress enveloped her and dragged her in,
She did not complain.
She tried to talk,
But it silenced her with brackish kisses.
Effervescent on the surface of the water,
She floated amongst the waves, speechless, breathless,
Gone.