Mermaids Are Fighters
The Emergence of Kaya Saoi
The tide
It ebbs and flows
My mind
It comes and goes
The waves take me like lovers
Their rough caresses leave me bruised
But I like it rough.
I open my mouth but the saltwater doesn’t sting
Instead it welcomes me
As a mother welcomes her child.
The sea is my world.
And as I sink and drown and die,
My skin becomes abalone
And my nails are made of shells.
My teeth are jade and my eyes reflect moonlight.
I am sea
Sea? Saoi? A wise woman disguised as a child.
No one wonders the tolls of the wisdom until she speaks with 19 years charred by sage brush and cigarettes.
But this mermaid swims free.
She laughs as the hooks sting into her flesh
And cuts the line.
She treasures the scars.
Her screams summon storms until her throat feels like sand.
She savors the chaos.
The sea is unforgiving.
About the Creator
Kaya Terlaak
A young poet, trying to figure myself out
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