Lady of the tide

The evidence mounts
with your silence
like our orgasms used to
I'm embalmed
in my own world
men run from the
mannequin of me... Now
I used to be real, once...
My hair is seaweed
washed up on the shore
barnacles encrust my body
I have the scent
of the sea... about me
The lady of the tide
walking the shore's
of her life...

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