These waves of muddied water
Memories of rushing water
Stained the colour of ink
Hitting my feet as I try t rush by
My white wedding dress stained blue from the written memories of my past
But it feels like they are consuming me because of this dress
This dress that displayed my victory
This dress that symbolises the freedom from my distress
Was now being muddied as my mind comes under duress
I fall into the deep lagoon of my thoughts and I’m met with several mermaids who seek the same dress
Cursed by their bitterness and shame,
They brought their souls to lay here and rest
And yet, it was causing them death.
This place of immeasurable beauty that has made their aesthetics to be blessed
But it’s time to break free from this seaweed we adorn as dress
And don the garments of our pleasure, before our souls end up forever bereft and unkempt.