She wore a blue chiffon robe into deep raging waters
Her pleasure carried away across a distant memory
Beached on an island next to a peach coral sea
Searching for him in oceans of love
Where they spent days under gold satin sheets
Explosive passion caused great commotion
Until they understood an island of pain exists
and they were hostages
Bloody crimson lips and bruised cream skin;
her reflections in the mirror
Her only escape to take her life back
and sail away to a secluded shore












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Sometimes when one is feeling mental anguish the only thing that helps is finding a private sanctuary. I went looking for one last night but it was elusive. Jen I have been thinking about you and meaning to message you but going through some rough days myself.
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The poem is good Jen. For some reason, maybe because it brings connotations of "Fat", I don't care for the verb 'beached'.
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Wishing you the best, Jen.
Here's the version I did of your poem. Tell me if you think it works. If not, that's okay.
Wrapped in a blue chiffon robe she dove into deep raging waters.
Her pleasure carried away across a distant memory
Beached upon an island next to a coral peach sea
Searching for him in oceans of love
Where they spent days beneath gold satin sheets
Explosive passion caused great commotion
Until understanding an island of pain exists
that they were hostages
Bloody crimson lips; bruised cream skin;
Twisted reflections of her in the mirror
Her only escape; taking her life back
Sailing away to a secluded shore