My Rising Tsunami Crest tall raising to the ground, bulldozing through all of me entire citadels of little worries bustling small and anxiously with one word said to me in the vibrant tones of your beautiful voice they're put to rest. I'm washed away into the arms of safety. You are where I can be. Just me, nakedly. A washed up mermaid. Here on the shores of relief, edged by the sheets were tied invisibly together by a thread and my bones pillow your needs