She was falling
drinking all the time,
so eager to drown
her misery.
The tragedy of
Ophelia, again, floating
with flowers and
dead leaves in her hair.
The water,
perfumed and gentle,
whispered to her
how comforting it is
to be clean.
She was falling
drinking all the time,
so eager to drown
her misery.
The tragedy of
Ophelia, again, floating
with flowers and
dead leaves in her hair.
The water,
perfumed and gentle,
whispered to her
how comforting it is
to be clean.