so pale yet patient,
swarms of orca whales swim inside her irises,
dancing along the sunlight in jewel tones,
so rich with reflection,
it's as though you are staring into the ocean
if the ocean were emptiness,
but when you look passed the beauty
you can see that she is broken,
she is a ship wreck in the making
with anchored hips and a drowning smile,
but that's what she gets for falling too fast
when everyone told her it wasn't safe to sail,
the waters too rough, too cold, too heart breaking,
it's too late now though,
she is withered and writhing,
intertwined with ribbons of seaweed,
she has nothing left to give anymore
because he stole her oxygen and
trapped it inside his own greedy lungs,
so now as she dies,
he breathes in her reaping
and then the wind sweeps them up, down, and away.
Jealousy, greed, possession
Wow. I love the description and the perfect detail in this. The title was enough to catch my attention--kudos to you--and I adored the creativity, comparing everything to the ocean without making it sound weird. Beautiful imagery, as IKingFisher said.
if only she had a lighthouse to guide her home...
As always I love your imagery, you use expression well.