Skeleton On The Sea Floor -- revision

[Lizzie]

Original
It just appeared there one day, fused to the seabed
as one clinically depressed merges with their mattress
or decomposes into couch cushions. Weight fell
like a thick blanket over their face as they slept,
convincing the mind to keep dreaming and the lungs to surrender.
It just appeared there one day, like a woman
of thirty-five suddenly seeing her feet wearing sensible heels,
sitting behind a desk with a picture of a husband and two kids,
unable to breathe.

 
Option 2
Her bones appeared one day, fused to the seabed,
as one clinically depressed merges with their mattress
or decomposes into couch cushions. The weight 
of the water fell over her face like a blanket as she slept, 
convincing her mind to keep dreaming 
and lungs to surrender.

She just appeared there one day,
a woman of thirty-five, feet strapped
into sensible heels, and settled
behind a desk with a picture of a husband and two kids,
unable to breathe.

Option 3
Her skeleton just appeared there one day, fused to the seabed,
as one clinically depressed merges with their mattress
or decomposes into couch cushions.
Half her bones already lay concealed in the silt,
like puzzle pieces disappear down the sides of a chair
or underneath a love seat. Her breastbone shattered
from the ocean's pressure, leaving her ribs to reach up
in wonderment at its absence. The weight
of the water fell over her face like a thick blanket
as she slept, convincing her mind to keep dreaming
and her lungs to surrender.

She just appeared there one day,
a woman of thirty-five, feet strapped
into sensible heels, and settled
behind a desk with a picture of a husband and two kids,
unable to breathe.