head mess | poetry

| omniocea |

there once was a girl who's hair was the ocean. she would walk and tsunamis would fall apart behind her. her eyes were the color of faintly faded seaweed, her lips the color of brightly colored coral reefs. her voice was one of a beautiful maiden-smooth, yet killer.

we called her omniocea.

omniocea knew not a single friend, for she was too odd to be accepted. she walked and left trails of death in her path. no one dared to swim close to her heart.

poor omniocea grew drained and tired day by day. and the way her oceanic hair would crash, it faltered and dried as she spun about. spun about and created a whirlpool of self loathing.

omniocea's heart was made of stone. sea stone; one could find it deep at the bottom of the ocean, hidden and protected. her heart was heavy, and it hurt her oceanic body to carry. she was tired and sad, and never before had the girl wanted to die, expect for that moment bright in her eyes.

my dear, dear omniocea, calm your seas, stop your winds. lift up your heavy heart and begin again. your rough waves do not determine who gets out and who gets in. a deep beauty lies within. deep within, past the creatures of your soul and beneath the ocean floor.

my dear omniocea , girl with the ocean hair. you are a queen of all the things unsaid and all the things undone. you are a queen of the world.

omniocea.

[r.k.]