So I’m sick. Which is why today’s post is a horrible poem I wrote my boyfriend back in May.
One day I saw you onshore
I slipped through the water
And crept through the sand
All I want is to be your creature
My only dream is to slime your arm
If you don’t want me
At least take pity
Bring down your boot
On my monocle head
Put all your weight into my demise.
Smash me to sea bits, and leave me to silence
The world has no use for domesticated monsters
Sorry about that.