Her exasperated, drowning head is hardly detectable. Like a sail full of air, it collapses, and then bobs away. It floats downstream (singing) until you finally hear her.
Tonight, floating branches claws her cheeks, fish nibble her ears. On the other shore, a pair of white wings flaps out of the darkness and dissolve into a chilling mist.
One day she will only be star dust swept under a bed. One day she will blaze again in the heart of a star, until every second of her life detonates eternally turbulent waters.