Hair sticks
To her face
Dripping wet.
Eyes stare
Through a frown
Of stain glass.
Lips speak,
Of slick grips,
Shivers magenta cold.
Watch gardens
Go to bloom
Through reflecting flowers,
Secceeding flesh shines
Of polished beauty.
Every night
The stars refuse
To set dreams alight.
Witness the mircale
Of Dark Waters
Coursing through
Open bays.
Visited nightly
By a drowned girl.
The one,
I let float away.