Crystal clear, bath temperature water
Closes over the top of a pale blonde head.
A porcelain face tilts up,
Staring skyward with waning eyes.
By the liquescent veil
Sunlight is splintered between folded legs.
Arms unfold, lips curve to a smile.
Hair forms a brassy halo.
Absorbing chemical-laced fluid, blind to the ache,
Left weightless until the veil is torn.
Air replaces the watery burn.
Rosy lips glow arctic blue.
Motion ceases, and the clouds part,
Letting the angel fly away.
YOU ARE READING
Black Box
PoesiaInside you will find a collection of poems that I hope will help you find some sense of peace. If you like what you read and want more you can follow my Tumblr @pale-rosewritings
