Wreckers

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Oh no, no safe harbor here

I kept vigil until the light burned out.

This shore is stony –

Jagged rocks to rip your hull

Sharp things in the sand to bleed your footprints.

If you wade through the surf

Make it to shore

The merfolk wait with cold arms and eager webbed hands

So ready to drag you back into the waves.

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