Hi Tide

It wasn’t just the salt on my skin

The golden shimmer on the rippling shore

It wasn’t my immersion into cool sloshing waves

Nor the sweet grip of the tide on my back.

I lay, bobbing on the ever changing surface

And felt the swell take over me.

It wasn’t just the swimming

It was the giving of myself to a power greater than my limbs could fathom

The surrender to a pull that knows no end

Ruled by moon perhaps but I prefer the tilting theory

A basin tipped by a whirling sphere

A sphere tipped by an unknow hand.

So I dove under.

Forgot the orange peel that had beached me for years

The uneven tone of a too many wobbling folds.

I swam. I swam. I swam.

I was mermaid for a day until the dusky touch of a falling sun

Beckoned me back to shore.

(C)Slumpless

Vinegar

You must be made of bitter stuff

How else are you able to sting so much ?

The very tongue I thought was made of honey

Is forked.

The fingers that stopped my rattles

Are spears, dipped in vinegar

And you pour it into my wounds

Like I’m a newspaper full of fries.

Lies. LIES. Lies.

You undermined everything with spiralling secrets.

And now I can’t see the sky for the trees

The love for the pleas

The never ending clockwork circle

I’m wound up.

Turning like a silly soldier

Into the fire but no little tin heart.

Just a puddle where I was once a thing

For you to play with then burn.

(C) Slumpless