My Victorian Gown

Walking the beach, my hands are free
My footsteps lonesome in the sand
The salt caressing my skin in the breeze
The sea wrapping around my ankles
Drawing me deeper into its cool depths
Seaweed dancing beneath the surface of murky blue
Like a pool of tears from gods and goddesses
Singing to me of lost youth.
Hesitantly I raise my Victorian gown
And take a step into the ocean's body
Its waves a reassuring sound
Welcoming me home, claiming me proudly
As if they're queen has come home at last
While I walk deeper into the water
Allowing it up to my neck, erasing my past,
I close my eyes, accepting the fluid fate, and walk farther.
No indication of my presence remains on the beach,
The sea wiping away my trail,
Leaving nothing for any curious people to see
As if I were just a waving sail.
I open my eyes, blue as the sea I'm beneath
And take a deep, burning, breath
The wonders of nautical whimsy
Frolicking around me, silencing all the sobs shed.
My Victorian gown, the symbol of my mind,
Grows heavy and dark, faded and wet,
My last breath seeps out of my lips with time,
Leaving me to rule this kingdom with my death.
Beauty comes from the pain
Of my burning lungs.