I sprouted wings this morning,
From the back of my calves.
I put on my dress made from seaweed,
Which was surprisingly comfortable.
I looked in the mirror, but instead of eyes,
I had shells where my eyes ought to be.
I thought I looked lovely.
But this was not I.
And I knew I would wake,
And return to self.
I began to cry,
But I had no tears.
Pearls of onyx dripped from my cheeks.
I collected them from the floor,
And saved them in a velvet bag.
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