She lived in a junk ocean
swimming
in the dark waters
of nostalgia
She gave birth to four babies
two in the spring
two in the summer
She tied
all four of them to Her gills
they were heavy
they pulled and tugged
on Her
making Her instinctual efforts
tedious
She never let a tide change
without
reminding
the
four of their weight
of Her struggle
still
She carried them
dragged them through
Her muck
strung them along
deep
in the dark
junk ocean
the tides changed
over and over
eventually
the four
grew gills of their own
weight
swimming muscles
and She was forced to untie them
still
reminding them of their weight
of Her struggles
the four stayed near
Her
eager to help
to relieve Her
of the strain
they had caused
but no service
could mend the damage
done to Her
strained
tired
gills
the four
swam around the
shameful waters
drowning in moral
conditions
as the weight She
had been burdened with
slowly
slowly
grew in the gross waters
latching on
to the strong
untouched
gills
of the four
weighing them
down
down
down
deeper
into the dark
junk ocean
where
they surrendered in Her
waste
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