Breathing In The Tides

So what’s the call on genderqueer presenting nipples?  Flag? No flag?  @hexes-and-woahs? Any thoughts? Regardless, I don’t draw much NSFW art but I likely won’t be on here if they go through with things on the 17th, so, 

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Mermay day late 29| Faith

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She fell from the sky.

The first of them, inert amidst shipwreck debris and sea grass, a dead weight suspended in filtered moonlight. She should have died, when her body cleaved the surface. When her bones cracked broken and her skin ripped open, disrupted screeches bubbling around her. She should have died, and she did, for a split moment. Before she sank, when the ground still squelched beneath her feet, earth and moss and crushed flowers, his palms against her back. He’d lured her there, a chasm between mountains where the sky glowed clear and bright, and she’d come, a glimpse of hope in her heart grown cold.

She shouldn’t have.

She screamed when he pushed, stars upside down, the pale fabric of her gown slashed by rocks too sharp. She felt it then, her pulse, no longer in her chest but there, booming around her, and her flesh echoed with remnants of a life exploited.

Anger. Grief. Rancor. She didn’t die; she awakened, a song grazing her throat as she breathed anew, notes of past torments she’d never been allowed to voice. She spoke them now, a grim melody she wailed everywhere she swam, and for every man who had ever wounded her…

…she took a life and avenged her own.