Disappearing into the cold ocean
the mist heavily breathed air
onto the tangled hair of the green eyed girl
while the waters of Nemesis grieved
for the unborn child she had become
for choosing to drift away and far
from the things that she could have changed
to find the meaning of the broken doll
and the tender smile she thought was a lie
in her childhood room
but it remembered her and doesn‘t remembering hurt
a hand of warmth and a soft caring voice
cigarette smoke and the sound of
her grandma‘s old piano
playing the song about
dreaming a dream
and all was supposed to be perfect
like the crystal glasses on her
neatly arranged shelves
made out of pine trees
and winter stories for children
yet no one saw the bombs behind closed eyes
and the miniature soldiers coming to life
to play wargames just for her against her
and the golden necklace with the ashes of her past
drifted away on the silent waves
as her sinking body floated through blue space
white cloth surrounding her fragile frame
carrying her to the deep caves
where nothing would await her
but where she would be alone and where she would be freed
of the need to be all that she never wished to be