and I told her;
water won't waste gravity.
she breathed in
scraps of a
wonderful life,
until she melted
down.
(she loved to swim -
sea-burns & headaches;
the way it made
her smile, she
couldn't stop)
her clammy breaths
enraptured
humidity,
as heat felt her
up.
(she wanted to drown -
wayward & dehydrated;
this time it made
her energy
stagnate)
and I told her;
water won't waste gravity.
