• mascara spiders play beneath her leaky eyes
    as her lashes flutter into open arms
    "make a wish, my dear" she cooed
    to the smoke playing in her hair.

    the air was thick, sweaty;
    the ocean recoiled from the heat,
    begging her to follow.

    i watched as Ashes fell from her cigarette,
    watched as the ocean held her in its arms,
    carried her down to Rapture.