Waves tumble, pull, and search,

for a missing bottle with a letter.

Thirty years ago,

in these very waters,

a little girl set sail a bottle

with a message—a promise.

A promise to be good,

a promise to care for her siblings,

a promise to love, and be loved,

and promise to forgive.

Waves tumble, pull, and dig,

for the missing bottle with the letter.

Thirty years ago,

a little girl with sandbags on her shoulders,

poured all that sand into a letter,

and set it sailing in these very waters.

Each grain, a promise.

Each promise, a truth.

Each truth, hiding more lies,

the deeper dug into the sand.

But waves tumble, pull, and search,

for the missing bottle,

set sail thirty years ago,

by a little girl who promised

all and everything she could not keep.

A promise to be good,

and never forgive.

A promise to care for her siblings

—one quickly broken.

A promise to love, and be loved,

and exploit that love over and over.

A promise to forgive,

but enact revenge,

and fill the empty sandbags,

with sins.

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Note: Cover art by sourwolphe. Thank you for the awesome cover!