A NEW DAY

Caustic words 

Wounded is her core

Then twilight happens:

Diaphanous

A lavender mist encapsulates the atmosphere 

Oh the sea is so serene.

Like a minty aroma 

Embalms her soul

Acrid memories fade.

No longer is he a Cynosure

But a shadowy tale.

She stops raiding against

her ill-fate but fills her lungs

with the vapor of the new day.