On rheumatic finger once slender and lithe,
Pearlescent gem still proudly resides...

Tomorrow,
a word that whispers off the tongue...

Do not weep when I am gone,
It is not chance but mine own choice...

Slam the steel door and fasten it tight
Make sure it’s sealed to keep out the light...

Drowning on dry land,
Every breath an effort...

Thunder rolls through the air
ferrying a heavy darkness...

When will the human race
Absorb the lessons of the past and...

Surface surfers
with insidious whispers...

Silence covers all with bold embrace
Her hands and fingers dance with lissom grace...

No one knew exactly who
had made the big decision...

Screams are all I can offer
as the world ceases...

Why can’t I be a princess?
Said the youngster to his mum...