As her lips lean against the lake
A ripple animates the reflected moon
But it is not liquid she seeks
Her throat is far from dry
This reservoir is deep with mercury
She drinks to access death
With heavy splash she falls
Soaked in mirror, she sinks
No drama ensues
Soon the awoken moon falls still
The poison carries her deep
Laying her against the sea bed
Her eyes still open
But paralyzed by the sting of death
Internal voices cease
Cares are soon forgotten
An owl, steady on branch
Curious to see bubbles
Places wing on head
To scratch in wonder
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