Aquamarine

Swimming
in dreams of aqua-green.
Sun-kissed,
blue lipped.
First for fun,
then for her life.
Words do make her;
songs, they break her.
A shallow current
on which she floats.
Recklessly,
carelessly,
absolutely.
Nothing in her control.
Lost to the waves,
off from the shore.
Gone from herself,
she will no more
be swimming,
drowning,
sinking,
thinking.
In dreams of aquamarine.

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