She was dead long before she stopped breathing.
Her sunken, empty eyes
held no hope as she sat idly
on the deck or face-down on the beach as the sun
breathed her in.
She seized her moments of clarity around their necks
and submerged them, whining in ether.
She starved her body of loving embrace
and recoiled to touch like she was toxic
And when her eyes fused shut when life burnt out,
she reached towards the ceiling for God to hold her.