five months pass and so do the bodies.
fearlessness carried by resentment.
she downloads Tinder in an attempt to keep her heart burning.
it is the wrong flame but she brings home wood anyway.

it is said that a mermaid’s flesh grants immortality
and the songbird of the sea feels it.
greedy, soulless fingers roaming,
reaping.
they don’t stick around long enough
for her to remember their names,
just the smell of liquor and latex.
their false warmth does not defrost her heart
so she wilts. fish out of water.

for a while she can no longer look in the mirror.
all she can see is the girl who burns,
borne on that horrible moment of anger,
daughter of the water turned inferno
a match struck wrong.