The Sea
My hair has grown too long
I have become pregnant of the sea
I hear my child waving in my uterus
Moaning in the sea
My breast bleed
I've bled to feed the child of the sea
Still not enough
My blood disappears in the sea
I've got fishes all over my body
Can you smell them on my feet?
It is a strange sort of pain
"to die of yearning for something you'll never experience"
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