Oceans apart, one foot on land another splayed. Some things change
Fin to foot
Water to blood
Song to silence
Yet my blood still tastes of salt
And my pulse sounds as waves to shore
Beauty was to save me
Fluttering lashes my whisper
Wind in my hair my song
The grace of my bleeding steps were to speak directly to his heart I do not think we spoke the same language
I am a bauble
I am running out of time
Little mermaid poem and painting
