She lay in the bath
Head under the water
Watched as the bubbles gathered at her mouth
Tormented mind
Tormented body
Skin still smelling of the Sea
Her bones wanted to be at ease
Her skin longed to be soft
Why does he torment her so?
If she could just allow herself to be free
Allow her mind to let go
Let go of all the thoughts
Water rippling
Skin peeling
Everything must end
Untold stories
Untold stories must end.
You were gone
Chased away by the dark night
The moon consumed you once again
She liked the taste of you
The tide would rise
Crash against the rocks in delight
Your body gone
The wreckage seen from the shore line
Poem by Emma Visca
