liberation is what she feared Here.
she was Broken. yet no fragments were free.
someone said she smiled once.
they say she came from the sea.

i asked her if she got Cold –
her only dress was Torn.
she asked me what “cold” might feel like.
“i feel Numb”, she sang. “i am Worn.”

the Water swelled around her one Night –
touched its Polluted lips to her gelid cheek.
i saw the timelessness in her eyes.
but they all whisper that she was Weak.

i saw the Fractures in her Flesh,
in the undulating tides.
i saw her bones in the sand –
and those timeless lavender eyes.