She has been flailing in the ocean 
her entire life, yet 
some tsunamis she sails 
to fool the world that she is strong. 
She wishes she were 
upon stars that fall: 
meteorites splashing up salt 
in the stillness of silver night. 

If she could have 
even the destructive power 
of those asteroids that smash 
valleys to kill scorpion and rat alike, 
to have any unbreakable bone 
of dinosaur kind come to surface 
from the depths of a previous 
Precambrian life, 

it might save her waterlogged thoughts 
from the inevitable dark void closing in 
on her visions, as deeper she's dragged 
down the Mariana Trench.