Mermaids do not have souls the way humans have souls; they do not carry them the same way, solitary, contained inside one living vessel. They have no concept of heaven, or any other after-place, for that matter. That’s not how the ocean works.
We stood arranged in a gleaming white row, like teeth. Our hands were in gloves, our hair set into soft curls, and pinned with magnolias, lilies of the valley, and peonies. We laughed gently and smiled with surpassing sweetness, but the sweetness contained an edge of panic.
my favorite of crystal’s poems, to date.
crystal’s writing gets ever more beautiful, just like crystal