Mermaid

Amongst the seaweed
and corpse like celebrities
of day-time television,
from 9.01 till 5.33
when her pearly skin and rapunzillian hair
are battered and blood smitten,
she is safe,
but, immobile.

And as the drugs wear off,
she feels
silica beneath her feet,
climbs
onto a rock
and watches the waves wash
against the kitchen door.

Later, he returns,
anchors her down
by the throat
and screams in her face,
questioning why
every room in the house is blue.
Then,
as he hits her head
against the wall,
she closes her eyes
and dreams
of the sea.

One day she thinks.

One day.

© swissterrace 2019
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