The green seaweed
Strangles me,
Its suffocating
Grasp just out of reach
And the funny thing is,
I welcomed its
Presence at first.
Its slimy skin felt like
Pearls
As it wrapped around
My neck
And there it sat,
My own set of jewels.
So of course I was okay
When it slowly pulled me down
Deeper,
Closer,
Colder
Into the murky trenches
Of the sea.
It’s comforting tug
A familiar feeling.
Drowning,
I may have been,
But I was drowning with my pearl necklace.
The silt slithered through my toes as my feet hit the bottom
Cold,
Dark,
Alone.
My pearls tug,
A familiar feeling.
I am drowning,
I am suffocating,
I am strangled
The silk seaweed
Into my skin digs.
I am close to cracking.
I plead,
I cough
I pray to a god I don’t even know.
My head splits,
Shatters,
Fractures.
My mind bleeds into the
Dark void of a sea,
Digested by a sulking glass squid.
My ideas,
A pesky snack
For a gluttonous
Ocean.
My emotions are dissected
And nipped at by my slimy necklace,
The seaweed.
You take my heart,
Still beating,
And wear it on your slippery neck,
Like a prize to behold.
When they told me not to trust seaweed
I should’ve listened,
Especially with you my
Rotting little friend.
Caroline Menten – Seaweed
