OPHELIA by the magnificent Magenta Nero
Originally posted on Magenta Nero:
The water takes me,
lapping at my skin with tiny kisses,
gently into the ebb and flow.
I have no ties to this world,
I walked into the water.
My gown clings to me,
drenched and transparent.
Once it concealed me in angelic folds,
binding me to purity,
now it exposes me,
reveals my body ripe for touch,
and drags me down to my end.
My face is serene, full lips softly parted,
a sigh between words, full lips turning blue.
My torment is palpable and tantalising,
you watch, transfixed,
dead or alive or inbetween?
You do not know and you cannot reach for me.
Child whore, pawn, imbecile,
try as you may, I remain undefined.
No king or prince knows my secret.
Adrift in my sweet devastation, no one can retrieve me.
Do not try to fathom my sorrow,
my lament cannot be heard by your mortal ears.
Do not try to grasp my grief,
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