mordicai caeli (mordicai) wrote,
mordicai caeli
mordicai

  • Mood:
  • Music:
slide through all those yesterdays like a manta ray in some coral grotto, some captain nemo's graveyard lit up by lonely lamplight. the slim, pale mirage of a girl's neck hanging over things like the moon (or the moon hanging over things like a mirage of a slim girl's pale neck). i've got a stinger, amen. water-bat, me, i'll bury myself in these caverns of living stone, i'll drown my gills in silt & mud. but lo, the crew of the nautilus is a-risen from their graves, skeletal & seaweed clogged, & here is me to haunt them. i'll soar above them like a herald, singing the coda they're a-bringing. i'll wrap my tail a-round their necks & throttle till their skulls topple from the pedestal of their neck, stinger thrusting into the barren cavities of their chest, their rib-cage. i'll turn traitor on the dead & sail on, the sand disturbed with the ripple of my passing. swim on past their desecrated cemetary, o blasphemy!
Subscribe
  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 4 comments