Hands tied behind her back,
Floating downstream.
Her eyes are blank,
Turned up to the sky,
That had forgotten her so far.
She sinks bellow the surface,
Her last bit of air rising above her head,
And she watches as it runs away.
She has found that there is no point in struggling,
She has been fighting her whole life.
She closes her eyes,
Feeling air bubbles rise from under her eyelids.
The people abover her stare,
As her hair stands out abover her head.
The drowning mermaid, they call her.
She smiles what will be her last,
And screams.
But much like in life,
No one can hear her.
They can only see the escaping bubbles,
Released from her mouth.
She does not panic,
Even when she feels her life slowly slipping.
She feels bliss in her release,
And wonders who will envy her.
The ropes come undone,
And she lifts her hands up high,
The words ringing clear in her dying mind,
I'm coming home.
 
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