Discarded; damaged goods. The lone whore bore foul, tainted, godless bastard fruit. Shunned while still stunned from her whaler’s desertion. Black lamb of the snow-white flock. Abandoned for the call of the sea; another she. Betty bid to follow suit with that ill seeded fruit. As waves began to pour down her choking throat; peace called in tortured unforgiving song. The final forbidden promise. Lungs of fire burning; as blackened shadow blotted the sun. A selfish rescue placed her back in hell; pulled from the mother’s largest well. Need the ruined to give rest their good grace; a blinding disgrace. © Natasha Sinclair