Note: It's been a while since I wrote in this fandom. I miss it. Here's a poem I started a while ago but never had the guts to post.
effervesce
.
bubbles.
thousands of iridescent penny-sized bubbles
pushing past her, against her
////swish///// //// swish /////
.
In the water, she stops thinking
........and feels instead
Narrative substituted with pure sensation.
.
Every little iridescent sphere dies somewhere
along her frame, making
gentle prrprrprop-prop-pops
like poprocks on your tongue,
before melding into the moving water
around her skin and tail.
////swish///// //// swish /////
.
Sitting outside Juice Net yesterday,
she'd seen a fish leap three feet into the air,
summeraulting,
a perfect 360 curve
up and
d
o
w
n to its underwater home.
.
Exhilerate!
.
She'd almost jumped in after it
so strong was the ocean's pull on her at times.
But reason holds her back,
an entirely human sentiment.
&One she can't seem to shake,
even as a mermaid.
.
Her mother calls it her best 'quality.'
But sometimes, as she watches the rest of them
t e a s i n g and l a u g h i n g,
holding nothing back—
she longs for that moment when it's just her
& that barrage of bubbles
where she doesn't have to think
or worry or even breathe.