The daughter of a sea nymph,
with shipwrecks in her eyes,
sea monsters flood the depths of her heart.
The abundance of black and dark blue in the sky parted for only one second.
Only enough to see for the last time before she submerged into the depths of the barren water,
and with hurricanes in her eyes.
She witnessed the day everything ceased to exist.
In that moment everything was calm.
Pure serenity washes over the land as the storm clouds receded,
and for the first time the isle was covered in a symphony of silence.

the ecstasy
the overwhelming desire to feel
consumed her
deranged
her anterior was buried under her skin
Charlotte
her destruction was the scene of the night
entangled
within herself
reality and fake became one
the ecstasy

In the garden of heather a vast abundance of foliage covers forsaken grounds.
Changing from white to pink, shades of purple, and red,
to distinguish winter from spring.

Light seeps through the trees absorbing the ground below it.
Moss gathers and transudes through the cracks
of the dated archaic stone.

In the garden of heathers the silence is unheard.
The flowers are wilted and the candles have burned,
because a pretty face doesn't matter when your deceased.