Friday, December 4, 2015

forgot how it was to feel what i had inside
myself- it wasn't pink
and it was widespread- and i'm back into

feeling it in a different way again- i'm back
to the same part of space; nothing

could stop me from being a corner, this is
something not yet discovered
by science.

apparently,
you could rise from the dead

even after you've cut yourself off. remind me
of how i grab the bull by the horns; silly

wishfulness- the grab for control?- whatever

control is. tell me
who the strong human being is

because
i refuse to turn back into a mermaid.