Lonely Mermaid


Deep beneath the ocean, she waits


The sea is cold, her blood is warm

They are both salty

Like tears

She is still

She waits, still

It is night, still

It is night always, still, deep

Past Blue

Deep beneath the colours

Her hair floats, like a dream

Moving in every direction, like tiny currents of water

Her eyes are open.

She whispers something, but I cannot here

As I have lost my voice



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