I know I’ve laughed
Under gray skies as the
Snow fell, lifting my
Tongue to snowflakes,
Cold sea air.
I feel the wind jostle
My mind, eating sand and dirt
To feel weighted down to
This solemn earth.
Feet drag over
Golden-brown coastlines
Leaving traces ready to be
Windswept and rusted over the
Course of years where they are
Swallowed whole, tussled, and
Regurgitated on the shore:
Like Piscean fish in a net
Like mermaids sprouting wings
Only to discover they can’t fly.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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