The Waters Angel

Floating motionless on the surface of the water, just like life she will only ever touch the surface. She hears things in the water, she hears everything, but as is the beauty of sound, only the vibrations reach her. The screams of her neighbors reach her as a gentle hum, a beautiful song which she alone can hear. She is weightless, she is not keeping herself afloat, the water has complete control she is a puppet in its hands. Her eyes are open, they are underwater, but they are open. The wonders she sees I cannot begin to describe. She feels everything, the slightest motion in the water stimulates the very core of her senses and yet she does not move a muscle. She can taste the water on her lips, the chlorine smell so strong that she smells nothing else. The wind ripples the water as it blows, she feels it all and still does not move. Her skin so pale and white you'd think she was an angel. Her breath. Her breath is absent, as absent as her blood flow.

Perhaps she is an angel now, an angel floating in heaven.