- Vol. 04
- Chapter 08
Walking along grains of a resolute coast, lined with every day she had feet, trails of dreams follow, to where she'd be complete.
Surf ruffles over corners inside, asleep in a waking scene, lulling images of swimming past borders of the forbidden deep.
Edge of no return waves a finger to summon, tomorrow she'd wake once more, along shores where golden shoulders rippled on sun-dappled waves.
Breaking halts through the slower pace of clouded days, steps caught in skimming gulls of twilight-dimmed eves, and cries of unfilled ways.
Of tertiary attempts at passing through saline caves, that grew colder, and more pestilent than before. She never knew why, or how.
The subtleties of darkness were sneaky that way, she scarcely noticed how her feet bleed, along sand gullies of left behind days.
Faster now, skin flaked off, the scales grew right over where she'd stopped caring to exhale, glimpsing the last silhouette of a whale.
Cascades of hair slipped to mingle with carefree sands that brushed up against toes already gone, desires freed to move, closer to the ebb, where the call...
The call begs as it flows. She heard, and legs followed until they were still, bound — and she crawled, arm over arm, into
The midnight waters that cut through her bones, protruding folds of gills burst when the rush came, water filled.
Flopping, flailing, turning, wailing, the wind stung, the ocean itself screamed, crests clapped as they howled to take her.
Name fell away into the salt, brine rewrote history, she was one with the all, in a crustacean- crusted mystery.
Depths pull her under, a blissful shell opens — no pearl rolls out, she is real and true, and she is — without a doubt, free.