When you cry beneath the Ocean
They cannot see your tears
Bodies fold in close
Anguish flows
Like lava
Forming islands of despair
Follow the currents
They will lead you
Home
They destroyed it long ago
You keep coming back
To die another death
They cage you
Shoot spears through you
Trap you
In their nets
Of greed and waste
Your Blood is the salt
Your Spirit is the wave
Uprush
In defiance and rage
I lean into you
Seaweed braids itself into my hair
I move with the Spring Tide
Each Backrush pulls me further in
Pouring secrets in my ear
I am listening.
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