Saint Ophelia - Adrift

Ocean she was adrift on blanket arms
Tossed by ancient matter
Made for higher power
You cast a net too tight
With perfume of tongue and fire
No avalanche of reasoning to loosen rope and wire

Its damned desires that weaken more
Her oily skin her deepest pores
Out of darkness light ignites a blinding place
Her blood and veins remain
Her blast of blue as open palms release her hue
Letters dripping from her tongue, it is done
Breathing in, holding four
It is time to let it go

Exhale
Exhale
Exhale
Exhale
Exhale
Exhale

Written by:
Rebekah Kuzma

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