It's this girl
who emerges from slumbering lakes
where green is translucent.
Water turns into swamp and leaves turn grey.
And yet everything there
is as we pictured it.
We, the offended, we, the frightened,
feeling with our senses the one we feared so much.
Freezing and at rest
we let ourselves slide
into the beign who can only embrace us
in order to better smother us.
Tears on our cheeks,
the privilege of those who haven't sunk yet.