Light Bearer

"The water flows between my fingers
my hair entangles amidst my crooked nails and moist ridges within my skin.
a cry of weakness shatters a ripple among the waves
a goodbye smile attends the rest
the languid muscles tremble
And so a whisper ends with out distress.
“you must die for your sins."

Guide that inspired this poem: 



the body movements discribed with how she became trapped in such a fluid environment

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