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Mirror Ocean

05.24.16 Posted in today's words by

Mirror Ocean
By Sylvia Shin

Her silence was deafening.
She was drowning in her fears
and frustrations.
She grasped onto red, green, and yellow.
She was getting washed in by the high tide.
The currents had swept her away.
Waves of chaos crashed.
Shards of water shattered into
her thighs, stomach,
chest, and face.
Her cheeks were sunken.
Our eyes met.
We stared longer.
Then she asked,
“When will I see?”

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