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Originally Posted by Dr Dog
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Under the deep sea she delves and she plummets -
A mere-woman by species, though she's anything but it.
Her face a delicate sculpting of ivory marble
while here tails an elegant flourish that shines as it sparkles.
She glides through a garble of gulfweed at the bed of the Lunar Sea
hiding from Narwals with a false sense of security.
At these depths she had used to feel safely assured
yet a desperate unsurety now played on her thoughts.
Her great metamorphosis meant she'd nowhere left to stay
she couldn't wade in these waters having outgrown her present state.
She feels disowned with every wave gathering speed
but can no longer sustain the life she had in the sea.
It hankers her breathing, fish scales flake from her skin,
where adulthood seems to have replaced them with limbs.
She flails and she kicks, but there's no movement ahead,
She's unable to swim having not got used to her legs.
Her heart booms in her chest as she's filled with utter despair
knowing its do it or death if she doesn't come up for air.
Her lungs have then barely any oxygen too,
but with a final push she's aware of what she must do.
Her bodily movements help to aid her surges
keeping constant and smooth until she breaks the surface.
The weight disperses from her shoulders as her lungs expand,
and with her newfound gait and purpose the youngster laughs.
The current laps for the first time at the webs on her feet
- her sullen past sunk at last by the great depths of the sea...