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Updated on March 15, 2011







Adrift in the Pacific,
skin stretched

taut over bones,
chewing on the

leather of my shoes,
for sustenance,
three swallows of water left,
and miles of

sun cooked emptiness
aqua-frying me slowly.

Then she appeared,
with a quiet splash

her blond mane,
and lovely emerald eyes
peeked over the orange canvas.

She whispered

comfort to my
long silenced ears,
though my reply through
salt cracked lips was inaudible.

She hand fed me

for several days,
a wondrous substance,
of which I had never tasted,
liquid and meaty,
and in between

her angelic visits,
I slept, face down
under a woven

blanket of seaweed.

I dreamed only of her love,
and how blissful it would be
to make her mine,

On the fourth day,

when death had me

firmly in his grasp,
in spite of all of

the care given,
I awoke to the

strangest feelings
in my legs and hips.
The air seemed thick

and strangulating,
and the entire lower

half of my body
was encased in scales,
glimmering greens and golds,
with a huge tail

flopping eagerly
in the bed of my raft.

She rose beside me

and tipped my island

of air towards her,
and I fell into the waters
and breathed its

joyous salvation.

We swam away together,
hand in hand to t

he deepest paradise,
and all that was

found of my life,
before I became a merman,
was the empty shell

that carried me
to her waiting arms.


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      Jess Killmenow 8 years ago from Nowheresville, Eastern United States

      What a happy ending! I thought you were going to be lunch for a minute there. :)