Under saline shroud, she seeks treasure buried in the loneliness aloud. A heartbeat, disguised by denial and defeat, vibrates in the deepest of her soul, blatantly discreet. A muse, of monstrous might, blows an erotic heat enflaming her creative fuse. Her ravenous greed spurs her forth, through darkness and suffocating seaweed of fearful thought. His pounding pulse, echoed through her verses, yearning convulsed. She fires a flare, need illuminated in a cursive lair. Silence greets her with a daring stare. Where does she go from here?