Letting Life Lead
For ninety-two years, she’d leave the tube tank and enter the twenty-six foot deep observation aquarium. She swam melancholy circles; show time simulated life; the people cheered. Saviors opened the outer gates, but the sea called the mermaid’s withered heart no longer.
Vulnerable on main
My personal stories and musings
Find BIG inspiration in the little moments
Poetry that purrs. It's reowr because the cat said so.
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