water's edge.

so this is what happens when she's left alone
she stands under cascading self-reflections
and has no choice but write them away
clinging to her skin, she brushes them off
streams of water falling, she must set them free
else the voices will start ringing
and the words will start scribbling themselves
into her warm, weak, co-dependent arms
come hold me, someone
no soldier, just a victim
a shower of truth and secrets,
waiting for sweet release from this
heavy, gentle, never-ending rainfall
head first, can't be sure
confessional font of water pure
words start sticking
voices drifting
so she tries to drown them
contain them within each drop
every tear that rolls past, down
her aching throat
the salt of conviction rushing through her veins
currents rising pacing
colliding into air
she can hear the voices fading
she can feel the words evading
her empty, choking mind
last thoughts, sinking,
that water, silk on gurgling lips,
purging rivers of mercy
and the rainfall let her be.