The waves caress her, dead in the sea
washed ashore, tumbled like sea weed
suddenly an object without soul or intent
all the little waves lick her body like lovers
her clothes almost gone, she is laid bare
whatever force of nature may possess her
she has been turned into an object
whoever wants her may take her
the waves and the little fishes poke at her
seemingly they doubt her death as she would herself
ask her and give her a living toungue
she would say "I never die, others do, not me"
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-07-17 15:52:39
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