Mirror Lake
By Sarah Muir
Tapping my toe
Lightly onto the water’s surface,
forming halos that swell
and stretch out into oblivion.
Body aglow,
Illuminated by insensitive daylight
Consentless penetration
Masked in warm colors.
Neptune speaks
her voice submerged in watery depths
suffering in sacrificial silence,
No one can hear her scream.
Soundless shrieks.
The ebb and flow of hypnotic tides
manipulated by intrusive sunbeams
surviving with saint-like endurance.
The bruised surface of the water
echoes the pattern on my skin.
Waves crash and roar
out of spite,
out of hatred,
for her inescapable limitations
And yet her wrath will come,
she will rise again
drowning her victims
in mercilessness.
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