shellshocked

a child was reported missing near the water.

i wanted to tell you now

so we can sing a 

chorus of tragedy

like sea nymphs yearning for air 

between the waves of melancholy

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sometimes i find myself at the beach 

i am mother of pearl

searching for neptune’s babe

retracing little footsteps 

kissed by foam 

i am left with nothing

but ruined sandcastles and

salt on my skin

i save seashells, cradling them

by the caverns of my ear 

but only hear the sea’s grief:

a shrapnel of cries

stretching like a siren

over the shore

shellshocked.

please, i do not want to 

become leucothea 

i listened to the conch’s trumpet

till the end

triton, have mercy

This mother wants her pearl back.