She
reflects upon the surface
As
the cold wet arms of the lake
She
feels the cold tendrils curl
Around
her calves, her thighs, her waist.
The
water pales her skin,
It
darkens her lips
It
shadows her pale serene eyes,
ecstatic
in its aqueous grip.
The
darkness envelops her,
the
currents caress her
as
the lake takes her under;
binds
her in a fatal matrimony.
A
cold, pale and bloated wife,
torn
from her former life.
The
lake is a jealous lover,
needy
and clasping and hungry.
It
pulls and it tugs; an insistent caress.
The
flow of the undertow
balloons
her white dress
as
the life finally flows from her eyes
and
bubbles rise from her throat
carrying
the last of her sighs.
The
lake is a jealous lover.
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