And then she disappeared
beneath an ocean much too blue,
too shallow for her fears.
The morning rose and fell along
seashell stealing tides that pulled away
like last year's closes friends,
tanking all those memories,
footprints in the sand
into their hearts so heartless
like irony has to be.
She dug her toes into the surf
where foam tickled at the skin
all around and in between them,
took the ground from right beneath her feet;
currents wore her bones in two,
doubly double-jointed daydreams
falling down like jilted skeletons
around the skin she sheds so readily.
Emotions never came to any good.