endlessly floating
in the chlorinated blue,
the liquid lapping at her face,
flowing over her exposed arms and legs.she is peaceful,
she is calm and contempt,
she has no troubles,
nothing could disrupt the calmness
that she feels.endlessly floating
in the chlorinated blue.
YOU ARE READING
breathe
PoetryA collection of short poems ~ ♡ ~ the words of a weary, beaten soul who wishes to share her poems with the world