27/05/2012 § 21 Comments
Barnacles covered everything. Eventually
leaving all surfaces, brittle, flinty and
prone to easily cut into the softest
of soft flesh.
Suddenly the water was churning
as if there were a storm approaching.
It had been rough many times before
but this, somehow was different.
She felt a sharp scrape along her lips
tongue, chalk dry now from fear
as light came flooding in.
It was all a blur as she was
lifted high then
dipped back into the water
the little pearl
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*I was going to write about a mermaid but then thought it might be a little quirky to write what a pearl’s thoughts might be. lol
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