Go Forth and Die Pleasantly.
Harriet once rested at the bottom of the sea. An older soul than she once was. She was one of a full and vibrant character. The water dispersed that character across the ocean after the salts and pressures split her flesh. Her bones now coral. Her brain a nice plankton. Her muscles rippled and split like a school of silverfish. Blood like an ink, which goes unnoticed however the smell lingers. There the leviathan feeds. Where it sleeps. A steep cliff that spills out to the nearest migratory trail for the whales. It has carved its space there. A lair so poignant and elegant where Neptune shall wake it and bury the next Revlon lipstick queen.