And now … something a bit different

Here is a story for you while I am off thinking.

It was not at all how she’d imagined.
In her mind, her body sliced the water clean, like a shark;
arrowing down
deeper until the bottom came up to meet her.
To her
it was romantically tragic.

She did not foresee the rocks,
or the blood,
or the cold.
Blackness took her
before regrets formed.