It moved,
as if it was alive.
The wind swept the body-
into the ocean.
Corals attached to it,
and sea anemones all around.
It was kissed by the starfish-
and loved by the octopuses.
Hammer heads rinsing their jaws,
dolphins surrounding its periphery.
It was at the ocean bed-
with its eyes closed.
It was intact,
saving its mouth.
Which was squeezed-
and thoroughly bleeding.
It had null oxygen demand,
as it had turned blue.
Muscles were being snatched-
and the cranium desired to flow.
The divers went deep,
and found it.
It had one closed fist-
and that had a lot to tell.
There it was-
the image of its beloved.
She was smiling-
at such a condition.
She never loved it,
and even if she loved-
that was her terrible mistake,
a mistake of the long past.
All at an instant,
its eyes opened.
It smiled-
and played with the fairies.
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20/10/07 @ 16:11