As the sun rises
Wiping the warmth and the comfort of the moon from the sea
The mermaids disperse or sink further into the abyss
An attempt to hide all their sins
I drag myself through the waves
The sun transitioning my Siren’s locs to the braids of a Bride
My lips losing the lifeless lust of the underlife
Only to be replaced with the innocent ruse of stability
My wedding dress, white but soiled, reminds me of this burden of strife
Of safety of my sanity
The vows of love I promise to myself
I look back at the ocean of my Jaded sisters and secretly pray they swim or sink safely, to their heart’s content and with the cynical smile of positivity
But for now my costume of seaweed must be put away.
For I have decided to become married to the forest
So my wreath of Ivy will never go to waste
Instead it shall be a connection, a reminder of all that I had swam through
A reminder of all the souls I toyed with
And of the emptiness that had lain within the depths of my own
A lagoon so deep no man would have successfully gone through it.
Yet as my adorned ankles feel the dew of the Earth around it
The Siren in me laughs, for She knows of my addiction and how I could so easily once again fall prey to.
For I am a victim too.