The Window sill.

xo

Salted water burst forth.

Out of her eyes

Down the window sill.

Glistering in the reflected beams that sun shot through it.

 

 

She watched through it.

Gazed,

At their acts of pleasure.

The welcomed acts of sexual desecrations.

 

 

She wept by it.

Yet to reveal their anonymous potentials.

Drowning In their temporary pleasures.

Father comes.

 

“Please, Wake up” She said as she wept.