She lays there on the beach
Sea can only wash away so much
Navy skin cracks from sand
Eyes gaze upon the shore
Recognizing nothing
Until she hears them.
The same yells from before
Knowing not the language but
Still receiving a message
Of warning
I am my father’s daughter
Her body stays ashore
But her mind returned to the day water first turned red.
In one ear and out the other
The arrow went
Out of the ocean and into the floating steel
The yells of before as they sailed away with him
She was left behind in the sea
Now on land surrounded by them
And the flashing rectangles
While air and water depart from her head.
More of them arrive
Bucket filled arms and hands guiding a machine
The yells do not cease
She wishes to leave but cannot move her flippers
Let alone flap her tail
Barnacles are begging for relief
Her vision blurs
But her memories are clear
Of the day she was left behind in the sea.
She watched the floating steel leave
Turning away she began to swim
Alone and with nowhere to go
A splash from the corner of her eye
Brought loneliness to an end
The one in the splash was left behind by those on the floating steel
With black and blue marked skin
With roped wrists rubbed raw
With tied legs unable to kick and a gagged mouth unable to speak
The fatherless and helpless one saw the end;
She saw the beginning
With skin no longer black and blue
With ropes releasing restored wrists
With legs conjoined by scales
And with a mouth possessing an angelic voice
The start of an unlikely friendship
Because invisible scars do not heal
Angelic voice steered the floating steels
While the fatherless made the ones who yell
Turn the water red.
On the beach the saltwater
Washes across her body
The ones who yell with buckets
Run to and from the sea
Yet her body weakens and her confusion strengthens
The ones who yell were not the ones who yelled
They are ones who try to help
Her lungs ache from her body’s weight
Her heart aches from a different weight.
Buckets pour and the machine roars
She worries she does not deserve it
After the actions of her and her angelic voice friend
She wonders if the ones they used to turn the water red
Were like these ones or the ones from before
Her wisdom grows with a provoking thought
Hurting someone hurts you more than them
Regardless of who they are.
The machine loses its grip
Barnacles relax in the shallow water
She recognizes fear in the ones who yell
Past her inspired fear
Though now she knows its price tag
Her mind leaves the shore
Travels until it resides with her angelic voice friend.
She wants to tell her
There are good ones who yell
Deep down she wonders if her friend
Already knew but forgot
After all minds must warp to give hate a room
She is in the water but longs to see her dad.
She lays there on the beach
Sea can only wash away so much
Navy skin cracks from sand
Eyes gaze upon the shore
Recognizing nothing
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