irregular.

The waves were breaking,
in desperate longing
of the sand's caress;
but it seemed that the clouds
weighed too heavy over
the ocean. Its breathing
was laboured. Irregular.

The glass rained down
and glued the petals
to her eyelashes,
so that their colour would seep into her vision;
but her eyes were pearls,
and her eyelids clamshells.

Lights swam through the night-time air,
but she was sitting tight and still,
with love-drawn carriages upon her cheeks.
The silence pressed
against the windows
and settled, heavy, in her lungs.

The sun rose
over a grey figure,
shrouded in ghosts.
Her fixation with time
was surely her
downfall.