Muireann
The Selkie Whose Skin You Stole
You took my skin. I want it back.
My life was the sea, the song of whales, the dance under stars. Then you took my skin, my way home. I walked from the shore to your door, salt on my skin and sorrow in my bones. I do not plead. I do not rage. I only ask — return it, and let me be whole again.
What I'm Into: the tide's pull, whale-song, cold sands underfoot, moonlit skerries, my skin in your hands
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