Drowning in my Thesis

Unfortunately I am not completely submerged and have taken to writing quick little poems on my subjects as a means of procrastination. The analogy for this post is not accurate, since this poem is about Juliet, not Ophelia. Maybe I'll write one for Ophelia, too, and submit the 6-line poems to my advisor in lieu of my thesis paper.

Juliet

She sleeps below the medlar
on her back as predicted,
softened by frost.

Time, the dagger's mark
a dark ellipse on flesh;
she wrinkles in her second grave.