it’s not all sunshine and rainbows like it was when we were all but children. it’s dark and mysterious. you hear ominous footsteps in several pitches and consistencies. you never know what’s around that corner or behind that tree. maybe it’s a pitfall? or maybe it’s the portal to a better, much happier place.

we never know what’s lurking in the dark so be careful, and become the bad girl you were raised to be.

mermaids

(for the girl who used to wonder if bathtubs were deep enough to drown in)

 

there used to be mermaids in the world

until hate fished them all out

luminous girls with iridescent tails

growing legs because of doubt.

 

but what no one tells you about mermaids is

without water they will not survive

so all the landlocked mermaids

are struggling to stay alive.

 

all these used to be mermaids

try to drown themselves in bathtubs

sneaking out with true land people

to guzzle liquor at the clubs.

 

if you ever meet an unhappy girl

remember what she could be

because almost all sad girls are

tailess mermaids from the sea