Stern faced
grim
sky
meets sea
unsmiling
unfeeling
a solid line
separates
light
from water
soft haze
heat haze
sun
descending
the underworld
beckons
she drops
like stone
into her depths
and this line
it cannot hold
it shimmers
flickers
as night
claims
ascendant
she falls
and falls
no longer
contained
no longer
supported
she falls
and I know not
whether
she is
smile
frown
grimace
or fear
From the prompt: “The horizon trembled, unsure of its own shape.”
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