There’s a nice sea breeze
in the middle of the city.
I haven’t seen a seagull in 3 days,
but I found my seashell necklace.
I thought I lost it in 2013.
My hair is blue now
It looks dreamy, dreamy, dreamy
If you run your fingers through it
you will find starfish
and rough sand.
You can take the mermaid out of the ocean,
but you can’t take the ocean out of the mermaid.
I know this looks bad
and it keeps getting worse
Spreading, definitely contagious
My mother told me it was White Oak.
It was deep teal, emerald green,
blue, purple, black.
It made impressions of fishnets on my skin
There was sand flaking off
Making me pick and scratch
Tiny conch shells and specks of glitter
The air was heavy and I began to drown
It was time for the sea to take me back
I escaped for the river
Hit the ocean by dawn
I was lost beneath choppy waters, metallic swirls of oil, and plastic bags.
“I need to get out of the city.”
What an understatement that was.