Mermaid Dreams

She hadn’t been a whimsical child. Never dreamed of being a princess, didn’t obsess over fairy tales. But now, as she lays here, bare and raw, vulnerable and alone, she wishes nothing more than to be a mermaid. Water is warm, tingeing porcelain skin pink. Capillaries opening, blood pouring to the surface, a light sheen... Continue Reading →

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