Inhaling the salt,
Spitting it out in torrents.
A fortress of myths
Covets swirls of sanity.
I'm forced to be a mermaid.





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she was unsworn
not one of us
yet she stood
held the line, unrelenting

a scarred face
was her testament

the foemen fell on us
a violent, surprise attack

with fury in her eyes
she stood her ground
the battle never saw her back

Neil G



art: CiganoArts

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