She loved the water; she loved to pretend
She was a mermaid, at the bottom of the deep end.
She crowned him the sea king, her best friend.
He wanted to practice holding his breath
For those times when he had to feign death.It was the last day of her family's stay,
The first he and his mother were running away.
A pruned pinky promise to meet again,
A piece of paper and a pen.
He wrote the number he knew well,
Not realizing there would only be the frightening man on the other end.
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Escapril 2023
PoetryMy poems for Escapril 2023 (prompts from @letsescapril on Instagram)