“merigirl named marilyn”

marine meditations

 

waterfalls behind me,

i sprout mermaid.

 

sandcastles appear substantial.

 

i lure seamen to their graves,

so i may swallow and spit souls

rebirthing them as my guardians

and forever companions.

 

compassionate ghosts enthrall my childhood.

 

now,

i simply stand letting the

rushing beads twinkle finger

my aching back.

 

swimming becomes paralysis.

 

palaces disappear.

 

water falls.

 

 

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