Mermaid Part 2

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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 and I am running out of time