Overboard,

she fell to the sea,

the rails gave way,

and it wasn’t where she wanted to be,

to get back on the ship,

she didn’t know how,

the sea supported her now,

rocking her gently with the waves,

drowning was coming

as she prayed for a save,

the waters lulling her into a trance like state,

masking her fate,

the crimson sunshine offered warmth,

a kind gesture but much too late,

she could sense its radiance,

even through her closed eyes,

then there was a thirst,

an awful thirst,

she heard a voice, softly at first,

maybe the family she loved,

she saw an angel, or a dove,

then the voice again,

but it didn’t come from above,

it came from somewhere deep,

then she realized her spirit was asleep,

her mind would weep,

then ghosts came in many voices,

and death offered her no choices,

her eyes flashing red,

salt burning, her life turning,

as the voices in her head

were calling out in unison,

then the voices became whispers,

and the whispers turned into cries,

fear became despair,

as she finally dies.