A Darker Little Mermaid Tale and a thank you to Hans Christian Anderson
Oceans apart one foot on land another splayed. Some things change fin to foot, water to land, song to silence. Yet, my blood still tastes of salt and my pulse sounds as waves to shore. Beauty was to save me. Fluttering lashes would be my whisper, breeze in my hair my whisper, the grace of my bleeding steps were to speak directly to his heart. I do not think we spoke the same language. I am a bauble and I am running out of time.
The witch laughed at me. “You should never place your heart and life in a lover’s hand, their gaze is as shifting as the moon.” I would have answered had she not held my tongue. “You saved him he owes you yet here you stand voice and life to give. He owes you and you are the one chained.”
Here I wait. He married another. At sunrise my heart is to break and my body will turn to foam. Foam can be so many things, water, air, a new transformation. I wait here on the beach for the first rays of the sun.
Model: Elisa Valentine
Props: Oddyssea
Story and Photos: Monica Michelle
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