The Death of a Mother
She lies upon the lonely shore,
breath thin as a thread,
salt on her tongue,
sand clinging to her fading wings.
The abyss still clings to her—
darkness under her scales,
the screams of trench-born monsters
still ringing in her skull.
She carried her brood into that blackness,
left them to feed and grow strong…
and fled.
But where are her guardians now?
Why do they not come?
Their voices should shiver the sky,
their wings should darken the sun—
yet only the gulls cry here,
and the wind is empty.
Her guardians sense her weakness
and do not answer.
They have turned against each other,
rending the night for the crown of the brood.
She tastes their betrayal like brine.
Her chest shudders.
Her rainbow scales flare once more,
as if calling, as if pleading—
but no one comes.
Is this death?
To have carried the abyss in her belly,
to have faced the trench’s teeth,
only to die unheard, unseen?
The tide creeps higher,
the waves cradle her head
like a cruel mother rocking her child.
Her eyes dim,
but still she searches the horizon—
for wings, for voices,
for anything but this silence.
None answer.
She exhales one last time,
and the sea swallows her grief.
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