Ophelia’s requiem, a poem in three acts

I.
Unholy Immersion

I breath in–

Water fills my veins.

I breath out–
Sorrow kisses my pains.
I can taste the Copper
In my hair.
The flowers have withered,
And so did my hands.

You should have told me
That the Stars never shine
For those who taste
Their own Bloodline.

~A