plastered in turquoise
where my grandmother sits
dressed in red
satin arms submerged
in a poolside
cocktail rippling
like window glass before
I truly emerged
even as I gasped for air
she was there
her neck a faded quilt
maribou ruined
by my mermaid persistence
resisting the pull
of dripping feathers no longer
floating like blood
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
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