I'm still trying to work this one out, and also wonder if the last line is too much of a cliche. Any comments?

She didn’t cry when he died,
instead,
she waded far out into the salty sea
filling her belly with the bitter taste
of each unpredictable wave,
as it came crashing down upon her.
The hot flames of the unmerciful sun,
singed her hair,
burning holes in her eyes
as she drifted aimlessly with the tide,
headed in no particular direction.
Finally,
when the days turned into years,
there was nothing left of her but fragile bones,
floating on the surface of the rough water
and her heart,
laying in the cold dark abyss below.