She sunk deeper into the waters as it embraced her. Almost as if she were its child.
And now that she was with her mother she could think freely and be unashamed.
Unashamed of the scars that were tattooed to her body.
That left her with baggage from the past and unwanted.
Damages that left her unable to give life.

Sorrow and envy dripped from her pores. Contaminating the waters with misery.
She sipped on her glass of red wine and scrutinized her reflection.
Black eyes appeared back at her and dark curls stuck to her face.

Life has left her with wounds that will never be mended.
And she will forever be mournful and barren .
But it is because of her sorrow that she will keep breathing.
For it influences her intellect and inspires her art.
And when time’s vengeance comes knocking at her door
she will greet it with open arms and feast on it’s resentment.