The Garden

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Scraped soles and chipped nails

Strands of hair in her eyes and mouth

Clambering onto rough-skinned rocks

Running away from unwanted thoughts

The ocean rolls beneath her feet

With moss, shells, clams and urchins

With a blue so royal she almost cries

The waves dance like her blood beats

Temptations of the siren's song

Mesmerizing what if's, dreams and hopes

To dive down, to drown, to sleep.

She forgets flight is an option, too.