Part I
One look at you -
my mind is racing.
Heart pumping and I can feel the poison,
pulsing in my veins.
The bittersweet liquid -
turning my bloodstream black
and the taste of ****** takes over.
A cloudy haze covers my gaze,
the only image being let in -
your black seal eyes.
The color of your long, perfect hair,
as dark as the end of my
burning blunt.
One last puff and your face
is burned into my brain.
The human-like smoothness that
my hands crave to touch.
But, I must have been drunk
enough not to notice the scales,
littering your back.
You did always say
you liked me better with a bottle
to mouth.
That way,
I would never notice
the wet feel to your seal skin
and the webs between your fingers
while the liquor burned inside my throat.
Screaming for a way out,
but your ears never seemed to hear
my call for help.
Fingers that I have interlaced
on numerous occasion. Just like the
**** entering my system
for the fifth time today.
One more trail of smoke,
and all the pain would go away.
I tried to fight you, for so long.
I wanted to be
better. You told me to trust you,
believe everything you say -
but you let me drown.
In my creative writing class, we did mythology projects. This story about temptation and addiction was inspired by my take on the Selkie story.
