A glass of water for her last daughter,
her princess in dress, thin red lips and sash-
her last song bird,
working down thin breaths left from laughter,
her blank face utters opaque;
the shades of color drain out
and the drain covers raise above the bowl face.
Water spills along her shoes,
the blues slip across the window sills
and fill into her room!
She starts to cry harder,
each eye martyrs another dry heart
as her arms dampen and then
her panicked eyes scar under the sky barge!
Quick breathes! Cold hands! Damp head!
Her quivering legs clammer
and her only lingering hope is withering
.. no, it's dead!
Water fills her lungs to the gill;
still crying, trying to stomach her pills!
-before she's filled.
Tears and salt water swallow her ears,
and all she can hear
are the stalls of her own hard swallows
.. and then it all slows.
Breathless below the ocean's arms
she parts peace;
pardoned by the blank harmony,
and bass of a heartbeat.
She drowns,
below the grays of sound
and the wake of anxiety,
trying to breathe..
until her hands are dammed
with another 20 milligrams.
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