I lay on my bed
With nothing on
Smoking a cigarette
Looking up at the ceiling
My mind never sleeps
And thoughts of you keeps me up
My phone beeps
Him: “wassup?”
I roll my eyes
I’m tired of the tears
Tired of the lies
I stair up at the ceiling
Never sending my replies
I fling my cigarette
The room ignites into flames
Nothing is the same
You changed
And I don’t know who I became
I’m nothing but ashes now
The wind blows
You let this happen, how?
Everything I put up with
What I let allowed
Doesn’t matter anymore
I can finally sleep now.
About the Creator
The Salt in her Voice
The myth says mermaids sing to lure sailors to their death. But why? The ocean is huge. Only 5 percent has been discovered by man. Why would a creature of the sea with that much space to roam ever care about the fate of men on ships? The answer, as it turns out, is not a simple one at all. The truth about the myth is older than the tides. Long ago before the first ship ever cut across the surface, the sea made a pact with the sky. The sky would take the souls of the drowned. Anyone who died in storms or any quiet accidents of the deep would have their soul lifted upward to the Heavens while the bodies would remain below, feeding the oceans endless hunger. The greedy sea however wanted more souls than the sky would claim. So it created mermaids. It gave them beautiful voices woven from currents and moonlight. It commanded them to sing. "Bring forth the ones who float where they should sink." it instructed them. So they did. They never killed out of malice but out of obligation. They sung to summon, not to seduce. A mermaid's voice could loosen the tether between the body and soul, making any man step willingly into the water. The sea would take the body and the sky would take the soul. Balance maintained.
By Sara Wilson4 days ago in Fiction
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