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land-locked mermaid

drowning in asphalt

waylaid fins, scales dried up

arms wrapped around the circumference of my skull

abandoned crater, still warm to the touch

the skin of my heart like the flesh of a savagely bitten nectarine

teeth-marks jarring against the hide of it, the veins and juices running bittersweetly

we’ve written these lines before, but they were in the indigo depths of the ocean

mood indigo, sweetly serene

not as asphalt

not as the train gets louder part 8, chapter 23

I am so thirsty but I can’t find the sea