...for Virginia
Floating under the surface,
stones weighting her body,
gremlins and goblins
are hobbling her soul.
Images jar,
and memories jostle,
her compass is broken,
she's out of control.
She's full to o'erflowing,
her faculties failing,
she's one with the fishes,
she's found her way home.
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