i'm a little late with this!
Prompt: Weave-A-Word #2 Summary: Free form poetry, I'd say
she lays like fallen ash on frozen water undisturbed and out of reach swept underneath blindsight without restraint without second thought, she burrows herself into the unknown clasps onto whatever looks her way the cross against her neck as if she believed the bottle in her hand as if she wouldn't lives to be ruined and words to break snap the syllables without a single pensive thought an overwrought decision to drag about a shudder from her doubting shoulders carry out the whimper from her stained lips cloudy eyes too afraid to open up with veiled vision she's lost her map to navigate she lays like fallen ash on frozen water