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.
(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