She reflects upon the surface

As the cold wet arms of the lake

Take her in their deadly embrace.

She feels the cold tendrils curl

Around her calves, her thighs, her waist.

 

The water pales her skin,

It darkens her lips

It shadows her clear, serene eyes,

ecstatic in its aqueous grip.

 

The darkness envelops her,

the currents caress her

as the lake takes her under;

binds her in a fatal matrimony.

 

A cold, waxen and bloated wife,

torn from her former life.

The lake is a jealous lover,

needy and clasping and hungry.

It pulls and it tugs; an insistent caress.

 

The flow of the undertow

balloons her white dress

as the life finally flows from her eyes

and bubbles rise from her throat

carrying the last of her sighs.

The lake is a jealous lover.