• Brenna Gross
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Lady Lazuli

Updated: May 5

There is a burden in my reflection

For the water deceives a perfection.

Within myself I bear no goddess. No spirit’s golden crown and bodice.

I am but a faithless muck Born to sink with any luck. The sand beneath my feet draws me To the seventh sea like something holy. I pray to sink this heavy thought, And too my corpse so set to rot. The saline begins to nip at my toes; The chilling thrill of drowning grows. My body’s inner stairs do creak As my faithless fate looks more bleak. Neck deep tows under, a sunken angel must fly.

The ocean tides crashing as my last wave goodbye.


Brenna Gross

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