Posted in [poetry], [witchcraft & wonder]

dry land living [poem]

she stayed in the barren and brittle plains for you
your love an anchor around her waist
she stayed hydrated on
the sweat of your skin and her own tears
until it wasn’t enough
it was bound to happen sooner or later
a mermaid is not made for dry land living and so
she took off
traveled thousands of miles to reach the sea
to get back home again
your love couldn’t quench the need for coastal storms
and the steady heartbeat of the ocean
it was always destined to call her home


bookdragon, poet, witch

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