From the vapors of despair,
I sing the bittersweet song of death.
When the world creaks and cracks,
I emerge as a thin glob,
seeping through your thoughts.
If I could tell you
what I really pondered,
From dusk to dawn,
from night to morning,
You would wonder how sane I remain.
And I would wonder how you
Still remain alive.
You and I,
I and you,
shall we tell of tales
stuck in woe.
Will there ever be
a moment where silence
is our tomb?
I pass a tunnel where there is no light
But I have sucked the darkness out.
locked away in my palm.
Perhaps I shall find a reason
to unleash the mayhem
once upon a drain.
The stark waters beckon
Shall I answer their wayward call?
I hear them. They want me to return
Back to my roots
Where the rivers are born raging red
Where life turns dead at my touch
Where I am always a goddess
But my tiara is frozen
In time, in space, in another place,
In the raptured Underworld, do I dare eat an apple?
Or has its polished skin been tainted by your soul.
I once cared. But that was before you banished me
Back to the hell that is Arcadia.
Not to a room where Michelangelo
Has hanged himself
I believe he sought a better view
For His Sistine Chapel.
The mermaids still sing to me.
I still hear their shrill voices
Echo in my head.
Their call marches me to their doom.
But they do not know I seek
the silk taste of their blood in my veins.
Then their song shall cease.
I shall no longer be tormented.
When their vocal chords have been broken
Like a glass bottle
And their flesh consumed.
Do not compare me to a vampire.
I am far worse a creature than a monster.
I am more deadly than a viper.
But my venom is stronger.
So I shall return to my ink tea and spider strudel
Beneath the star-drenched moonlight
While the dismembered body of Prufrock
Lays, face-down, in the bath tub.
He can no longer ponder if he is Hamlet
Or if Lazarus shall be reborn.
We all know neither will happen.
And a severed mermaid head serves as our candle
For a night without the magic of light.
-Fotini (Tia) Polihros