my heart blue with longing.
Icy pearls course through my veins,
my body in cramps of remorse.
Green and emerald kelp binds me to the floor
a sea that crushes me, forcing me
slow and stop struggling, stop fighting.
An inky hand reaches into my lungs,
them until even pain
as natural as breathing.
It replaces that age old luxury
when seaweed-haired maidens find me
, alone, they come to my side
my lathered brow, draw me near.
Their sea-born voices sing me to a sleep
pain dissolves and even
brackish water is made breathable
salt no longer stinging my black lungs.
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