Ophelia Pathos, Where Breath Meets Water
October 22nd 2006 07:11
Young; crouched
she gazed at the reflection
of the dome light above her,
she would make her body
stay very very still
so the water wouldn't ripple
and she would stare at it
for hours and hours
until the water went cold.
Laying, still
in the dream layers
where breath meets water
and light falls away
it's real, it's not
it's a minor death
an Ophelia premiere
a settling of all
somewhere new
in the confessions
of rising steam
is somewhere she trusts
no bitter daze
no rolling heads
spirit capsulized
pulse upon pulse
a viscous embrace
no sound wasted
nothing falling
nothing breaking
only silence....
~Lily
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