Tall Tales, Short Memories

The Little Heavy Metal Mermaid

The sky is her sea -

She drowns in her dreams

And dwells in her nightmares,

All the while blasting heavy metal

Listening to her previous form

Telling her of what she was -

Banished from the sirens circle

Just for singing in a different color -

They sung colors of pastel

Yet, she sung colors of an oil spill.

Now known as the Fallen Angel

Heaven wasn't as it seemed,

Outcasted out to the ocean -

Her voice now sailed the wave scene

Life can't tell the difference -

Is she of a fish or of human?,

The embodiment of the word confusion

Skin of grace - voice of glory,

But her black pitchfork lips

Sang of a different story

Night sky hair breathed in smoke

Produced by shipwreck -

Dotted Dalmatian eyes searching for acceptance

For someone or something to understand

For the feet she followed led her to a broken fin,

So the entrust she stopped trusting and abandoned the land,

Because all humans are the same in the end.

But fish don't judge because they don't have ears -

Fish don't judge because they can't hear,

The fear she feels - Of the electric eels

That is her voice that kills.

But for once, for the moment.

That little moment, her little body.

Her enormous voice, as she sunk - healed.

Written On: 2/4/2021

Inspired by: Haylee (Lavo Agnatus)

Photo by: Eliora T.

Countdown by: Chantel L.

Written Performed & Composed by: Xquavius E.