Wonder noni

Willow tied my hands with silk – you gave me flowers, not your guilt. You said "stay soft, don't make a sound," so I let the water pull me down. Ophelia's fate: a quiet death, a pretty girl who ran out of breath. You call it madness – I call it peace. The deep is where you finally see me. You'll say I was fragile, but I chose the cold. Ophelia didn't sink… she let go.