Ocean waves lap up first her feet,

then sinking slowly, the hips, the head—

Long, slick strands of seaweed

wrapping their tendrils around her ankles

as she twists,

struggles a little until

there’s no fight left in her.

The pearls around her neck,

breakaway, bob, dipping in and out

from each crest,

float briefly before they return

to the place they came from.

.

.

.

Submerged.