cyprian

poor w***e

murdered in your prime.

 

may the flux of river thames

wash over and gently kiss the stain from your lips.

 

may fins cut cleanly

those wounds that were so evilly ripped.

 

may dullness of deep waters

pale red lights that haunted your eves.

 

and may you hear peaceful

siren song 'neath the river in your sleep.