Runaway Reveries

ritasv:

“The day I surrendered to my limp, and went out and bought my cane, I realized I was through with the burden of feet. Instead, I am going to become a mermaid. If i am going to be stared at, it should at least be because I’m beautiful. I have always liked the ocean, the promise of depth. I am tired of this dry world, all of this dust and sickness, these barren fields. I want to dive without drowning. I want to kiss sharks. I want to braid my hair with seaweed and mythology. I want men to carve me into the bows of their ships like a prayer, before I lure them into the depths with my fishnet mouth. I want the beauty, the gorgeous mutation, the legend of half body. All the wisdom of a woman, without the failures of sex. I am plunging. I am sinking. I am not coming up for air. I do not want all this human, my legs move like they resent being legs, my body is wrecked by all this gravity. I cannot face another morning waking up with no hope of a fairytale. Here on land, i cannot move. Here on land, i cannot breath. I am always drowning. Here on land, I cannot move.”