mermaidImermaid by kittykittyhunter
When I met you:
the ocean had spat you, violently,
onto a beach.
You lay with seaweed winding your hair
and your eyes, deep ink,
carved out a hole
in my chest.
My body buckled
and my heart fell into
the small gap that stretched between my feet;
So, I thought, this is admiration –
I soon learnt
that it was
You told me of ships that had set their heads
on the seabed. Schools of fish trailed through
cabins while you and your friends traded
shells on the deck. Trivial pastimes for your
mermaid gangs; I cut my hands on the scales
that flashed on your tail and you watched
(avidly) as red dropped onto the sand.
Take me with you!
I screamed – you made faces,
touched my skin with your talons,
grimaced and whispered,
Too smooth. You liked corals and
rocks that were as gnarled
and twisted as you.
I’d heard of a trade that had worked in reverse:
She was a fool.
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knees soaked with mud and hands bloodied,
fatigue drawing lines
under the perfection of her eyes.
If I could take her pain and fling it in a river
I gladly would.
I think we were built to last
and I wish that I could share that belief with others:
this rollicking world spins us back and forth
but we are not
You craft new pinnacles
where I can roost,
where I can close myself from a vanishing sun,
where I can view the plains in all their splendour –
broken and being
rebuilt. We’ll fill the cracks with whatever we can.
We’ve already stuck confetti
to our hands.
I shall say it again till the erosion takes place
and crumbles the stone-studded hearts:
I think we were built to last.
life lessonsa decadent king upon an aginglife lessons by kittykittyhunter
throne sits stiffly; he brims with
vanity and will walk alone but
on his wrinkled fingers are hallowed
stones -- they will shine in the
earth and gleam among his bones.
yet i do not pity the
lonely king who has more
things than i shall ever
have; i swear that i
would relinquish my youth for
gold, stolen from dragon
hoards and rainbow streams;
it is worth every
coin and i believe
that pirates are
the wisest of
us all so
MoonpulseThey gave Ayesa’s mother comforting words.Moonpulse by kittykittyhunter
“You can’t help it,” said Old Thean, setting a basket of herbs on the apothecary counter. “We must all die – but outliving your child will be painful, I admit.”
“It would be worse if Ayesa had been more agreeable,” chimed Selanor Dixit. She baked the finest breads in the entire village. “I can’t imagine what you endure.”
It was true. Ayesa had always been a nuisance. When she was four, she returned from the forest being followed by herolves: Young Thean had fought them off with a torch. When Ayesa was seven, she waded into Brackery Pond and got herself covered in slime. It was no surprise to anyone when, aged thirteen, Ayesa became the first villager in thirty years to contract moonpulse. Her skin became clammy and the physician announced that she’d be dead within six lun