You see her, in the
currents along the tide.
You exchange smiles, and
that was your first mistake.
Because then you
find yourself falling in love.
And you would sail across
the Milky Way just to
find her amongst the
oceans.
She keeps singing, a cry for
help. Because love has made her
empty, and her ribs are threaded
with kelp. Azure is in her
eyes, a pervenche sort of
gaze. Please, fair sailor,
go home. Love is not waiting for you
out to sea. But you ignore the signs,
the grin of pointed teeth everytime
you turn around. The finger
bones she wear in her hair.
The blood stained on her chin.
Love has made you blind, and
now she fills your
eye sockets with pearls. Takes apart your body
and fills your lungs with saltwater.
You're drowning from the inside
out and she's pulling you down.
Now you rest in the underwater
caverns, your body a forgotten Atlantis.
No fish make homes in your bones,
because that's where she keeps her
heart.
YOU ARE READING
Monsters of Men
PoetryLOVE WAS NEVER MEANT FOR MONSTERS © 2017 opheliacs [43 - poe]