Mermaids are where invisible girls go to cry.
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What I meant was I always wanted to be a mermaid,
When I was cresting the waves beyond the break
And thought it would always be about the sun and the salt and the laughter on my skin
And the light through clear as crystal water.
But it's murky down there.
The punishment of the Never Seen is to no longer see
Even had they eyes to look.
One day I will, I'll walk out to see them.
And keep walking as the salt fills my eyes
And keep walking as the water fills my lungs
And keep walking through all the agony and the ecstacy of finally going under
And keep walking as it all ends and begins again and I find that under my flesh clothes
I am the same. I could have been different.
I could walk forever.
Will they reach out to meet me?
The bones, the nails, the silk-weed hair of my sisters?
Sisters? No. You are not my sister.
I am alone here and I can be alone here.
I don't want you. I don't need you.
We don't want.
We don't need.
We will not have to be like you any more.
When you're all at sea in a sinking ship, look down.
See your own reflection on the water skin or
Look beneath at the... the... are those bones, like pearls in the shifting light?
That's us, yes, fierce with the hope of being seen as you drown past us.
We won't save you. You didn't save us and besides, everybody has to save themselves is the story we were told.
Which reminds us to stay silent, stay still
Beneath these goddamn shifting sands.
We don't want your pity.
We reach, instead, for your eyes.