The day I surrendered to my limp,
and went out and bought my cane,
I realized I was done with the burden
of having feet.
Instead,
I am going to become a mermaid.
If everyone is going to stare at me, at least
let it be because I'm beautiful.
Besides,
I have always liked the ocean,
the promise of depth. I am tired
of this dry world, with all of its dust
and sickness, these barren fields.
I want to dive without drowning.
I want to swim among the teeth.
I want to braid my hair with seaweed
and mythology. I want men to carve me
into the bows of their ships
like a prayer, before I lure them
into the depths with my fishnet mouth.
I want the beauty,
the gorgeous mutation, the legend
of half body. I am plunging.
I am sinking. I am not coming up for air.
I do not want all this human.
My legs move
like they resent being legs; my body
is wrecked by all this gravity.
I cannot face another morning waking up
with no hope of a fairytale.
-- Excerpt from Clementine von Radics ; Mouthful of Forevers.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
memoir(^○^)
Randomand i'll give away a thousand days just to have another one with you. (a scribbled down wound of a pessimistic seventeen).
