She's ready to be loved, but she's alone
The apartments are painted blue, like the emotions she longs to get away from
She'll tell herself she's fine, but is she really fine?
The water is a bright aqua-blue - an abandoned block of pool where water lays in the middle
The setting imitates purity
Around the pool are several small waterfalls to give the feeling of life
The lights make a sharp contrast with the dark, night sky she wants so badly to drink
The strawberry margarita beckons her from the wine cabinet, glowing with the hot pink promise of eternal youth
The bright light shining onto the pavement
The dark windows of blackness, devoid of life
She almost opens the liquor bottle, almost, then remembers the promise she made to her dad
His words "I want you to have a better life than mine, and mom's"
It isn't good to lock yourself away
It surely isn't good to go to sleep every night, wishing the next day to be better
Loneliness - the ultimate aphrodisiac
But there's no water to drown in
And too many eyes to judge
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The Last Mermaid
PoetryEver had a dream you confused with life? Ever feel yourself slipping away into the waves? Ever feel that you've just gathered wings to fly away from this mess? Well... you have. You may be one of the last mermaids. Part anthology, part diary of grie...
