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As we walked along the docks

Two parallel rows 

We can't help but see, teens searching for one of their own

Our hound has caught a scent- he paces along the boardwalks

Seagulls and dolphins surfacing the water.

What we begin to see as we walked more

Grew harder and harder to realize

Teens were searching for a girl dressed plain as day

Yet all we saw we're a hundred girls

In uniform blue dresses drowned within the water, even some accidentally strangled and hanged.

Looking for just one teen in grey, a facade of dolphins in the distance play.

We caught eye of some birds sitting atop

The one girl who slipped off the dock.

The teens couldn't hear as we hollered for them

Unfortunately with the girls in blue our attention lead us down the piers path

To a hundred and more boats docked up

Hung by ropes- the old fashioned fisherman's lift and tie up.

The girls in blue began to be a seldom sight of few

We wondered how us three could view the hundred girls deceased.

It only got worse when we noticed down the bay

Children even younger we're lost and astray.

We walked faster, finding space between the boats grew

And the children under emotioned playing upon the hosted up boats.

Though with their adventure it'd seemed to appear, they became distraught and wry

With no parents near.

Me and the two guys wondered how these kids we're so alone

Why teens were blue in blue and knocked out cold.

How was it, that a vast amount of kids strayed to a place like this on their own

This was a spot for very few old fisherman to call their home.

We spotted some children, to small it seemed

They we're climbing the ropes of boats lifted, as stable as a trapeeze.

I began to wander, seeings that I wasn't quite lost

Started talking to the kids, apparently they just wanted to be off 

These traps called boats

And how all the kids arrived, we'll never know.

The guys gripped some ropes and swung themselves thru

A maze of boats sighting children in every direction.

I'm not as strong as the guys and it became a task for me

But determination was a large dose I swallowed when my heart began to break at the sight of these

Kids, not even of age for school

It started as adventure and now 

Their life in danger as the sit upon these roped up boats

Some of which were not tied as well as we hoped.

My heart grew dim when I had to see

A boat of young boys so unable, so weak

Struggling to make it from one boat to the next

In hopes that they'd get off to the pier and leave their hell of a nest.

I followed the guys, grabbing the hands of the kids

Who were jumping and lunging and pushing us to get off these boats.

We we're their vessles

Come to save the day

Yet most these children and siblings so weak, a helping hand was too far away

As they'd fall off the boats and into the dark water

I couldn't bear to think they'd end up like the hundred daughters (blue in the dark blue)

Jumping in after them I pushed them up

Knowing if I could even swim was going to be luck

The guys grabbed the kids hands

Passing them to the next boat closest to the pier

But damn we were so far out

This journey had just begun.

Plunging and jumping, some progress was made

Until I noticed an infant 

Which disheveled my heart and gave me the ultimate purpose to stay

And not cry for help

The two guys and I 

We're the only ones left around.

This struggle went on, for hours it seemed

From boat to boat, ocean, and ropes, to finally making it to the next closest boat, we hoped

Would bring these children closer to home.

We weren't in fear, instincts kicked in,

Doing what we had to save all these children.

I don't know how they could have gotten here alone.

Swinging on ropes as the boats began lowering, crashing upon the unknown.

We used those as a vessel, it's the only thing that wouldn't change, we could just drive the boats and children back to the Bay.

But the infant struggled and some children so excited they found the humor to play,

I cant blame them

They've been stranded and alone for God knows how long.

After pushing ourselves to move these children around

A yaht type boat appeared to us and was soon by our side

Cocky half men asked us what we were up to

Turns out they'd been stranded as well

No electricity of their boat for over a month or two.

No signals, no way to ask for help, foating until shore was their only redemption.

We got some helping hands from the men aboard,

So aburd I'm still the only female to be seen

...well there were the 100 dead girls and the few searching teens.

We worked together as we could

Back and forth from the yaht to docked 

Meeting trapped souls in fragile bodies with no words to be heard.

I couldn't take it, as I made my way back to the children, still puzzled to know I've been helping an infant, an INFANT get somewhere to call home.

Ropes slipped and the yaht left.

Monotonous as it may seem

Progress was made and only the struggle remained for half a dozen kids, the infant, the two guys I came with and just me.

We grew weak, more times we'd fall in the water, wasn't much to joke about, we didn't know what lived within.

Our hound made an appearance after the smell left his snout

Happy he seemed to be, as along the pier he trotted about.

I had hope reassure

And through the puzzle and struggle of swinging boats we made

Our last steps all as one

Onto the pier...

And that's when I became awake.

What a dream

100 dead girls in blue seen

The children at play,

Hurt and broken spirits at once

Now get to live another day,

In what seems to be 

A power outage across all known society.

Apocalyptic of some sort,

It all was a dream within a dream, since I went to leave one dream and opened the door

And walked into the next.

Post apocalyptic

Boats in the bay

Bodies in the harbor

Could only know I dreamt such a dream

No emotions, no wonder.

And here I lay awake.

Must have been a parallel world, If I do say.