Afraid of the leather. Afraid of the wood. So I lived in the middle where nobody stood. Never once did I ponder on whether I should-if I could drift off maybe I would.
Quite riddled I fiddled with words in the middle and whistled a dwindling song. Alone I would kindle my love for the middle and diddled a world of my own.
And here I'd cocoon in the chill afternoon and await the June holiday soon. Raise my voice to the moon; sing a joyful tune that would leave me as gay as a goon.
I hear gravel?
I hide-
and I brace for the tide stare outside and prepare to collide. Did the middle subside as the diddling dried cos I lied!? I prefer that I died.
Hearing the door ringing I'm certain you’re bringing a beating of leather to sting. No crying or bleating! No pleading or weeping! No pity is left in your eyes!
I cowered in fright.
Try to put up a fight-
or take flight before anger ignites!
I long for my middle! Escape from your plight
but no might could protect me tonight.
!
I'm leathered!
Belt weathered.
I cower and quiver so back to the middle I go.
Like shadows I slithered from pain you delivered that withered my love for your world.
Afraid of the leather. Afraid of the wood I retired to the middle where nobody stood. Never once did I ponder on whether I should-if I could leave then-
I never would.
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 5:30 PM UTC
Mermaids die with mortal souls
At least that’s what Hans Christian wrote
And so we’re born with shallow holes
Where hearts should be.
Where nothing sleeps.
And when our bodies turn to froth
And mouths agape sing final notes
We wash away upon the waves
And dwindle to an arctic haze.
A darkness born of quill and ink
To drift to fog upon the sea.
His holy words.
His blasphemy.
His written verse has rendered me
And stolen my infinity.
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 6:42 AM UTC