She stepped inside,
The deep green eyes
of a once beguiling siren,
opaque and torpid,
cheeks slick
wearied from treading water
upon an indifferent sea.
Now, washed ashore,
to a harbour
once safe.
Home.
Though her burdens,
heavy of the moment to come.
In truth,
before a word spoken,
I knew.
The death rattle
of love,
the final betrayal
from a dying muse.
