Meeeggaaaaannnn

her eyes made of pools that ripple when they blink, and shed droplets that wash up onto her riverbank cheeks when she cries. she's the river girl, hands soft that will gently tug you under the surface to hold you against her breast- soft swells in the bed of sand. she's hollow and yet full of sorrow, with silvery fish swimming in and out between her ribs. with lips like seaweed that caress you, your wrist your shoulder, your neck. she rests you against her silken body, like a lover she'll always hold you- always trap you. untamed, she is unwanted. unloved, she is the lonely river girl.