The Other Side Of The Reflection

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He hides away in his fortress.

Monday, November 5, 2012


Someone once told me that if you stuff your mouth with glitter and walk out into the sea that you could breathe.

I choked.
I am a foolish boy.

Somewhere I once read about a man that grew tentacles out of seashells buried in the sand.

My garden is barren.
I am a foolish boy.

Once a mermaid kissed my cheek and promised that I could swim.

I drowned.
I am a foolish boy.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012


I found a ship in a cavern. Dark. Cold.

The wood so rotten that touching produced ash.

Golden print worn away depicting a name. Fate.

Water lapped against her and I placed my head against her helm.

I cried until I too was the sea.

I was the sea. Salty.

I was the unforgiving tide.

I was the lover.

I wrapped my wet arms around her and squeezed.

Wooden planks cracking.

I kissed her withered sails and the wind that protected her choked me.

Every darkened corner of her I filled until she broke to pieces.

Splinters. Sinking.

I swallowed her whole.

I found a ship and I made her mine.

Such a selfish sea.