Inspiration: So I was sitting in my bathtub thinking about Frida Kahlo's painting "What the Water Gave Her" check it out http://venetianred.net/2008/12/10/frida-kahlo-what-the-water-gave-her/
There was no fear here.
Just a bottomless watery grave-
stuffed with demons,
and lined with lies.
There was no fear here,
because the premiss of it has been erased,
and it's remains had been accepted.
A body sat swaddled-
being delivered only by the heavy wave
of water unsealing the sealed,
that lied between each crease.
Unleashing the death and disease-
that riddled the corpse.
As the water stood, the story unraveled.
Murky blue crust developed-
from the pulse of a disgusting heap of happenings-
That quickened with every breath,
rippling down to a crimson red bed-
where disaster was.
Where death loved...
Where all done was done
and where the past had erected-
into a translucent ghost
seeping from the eyelids of the seen
and becoming the being
that stood ungracefully still
in the water of an forlorn