#seanymph
calypso withers away in a lonely island —
a blunder away from crumbling
at the sight of seaspray and empty towns.
sweet one, this isle is too small
for heartbreaks too big and soon enough,
gods and grecian men
and sad, sad, dead-eyed boys
will be greeted by a mayhem of sobs,
like flies dispersing off a dead body
held together by skin —
pale,
porcelain,
dead —
skin, stretched across these bones,
like the sea stretches across all of its sadness —
and ogygia, a lost isle,
disappears —
a speck of black in a shade of teal;
a pity your heart is not big enough for these sorrows
and not small enough to vanish.
and perhaps, betrayals do not come from
temporary lovers but from your skin
stretching, growing,
making room for years of blunders
until y o u are
n o
m o r e
but a name baptized in the wrong side of the war
and caught in a blunder
thousands of years too late.
it's been a long while;
the sun remembers your smile in his death bed, sweet one.
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
swim
through the dim
abyss of the ocean's blue water
to become a daughter
of the violent and quiet sea.
dive
through cold knives
as your body submits to the waves,
you must let yourself cave
to the water's hypnotic sway.
trade,
for green jade
scales to cover your ivory legs.
no longer will your wade
in the shoreline's shallow waters.
dance
with the chance
of happiness running through your mind
and you will learn, in time,
in order to swim you must drown.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC