Old Jewels
As I entered my childhood room I spotted it.
My mermaid chest.
I could feel my heartbeat going faster.
It use to be my essence.
The mermaid guarding my treasures has fairy peach
skin and red velvet hair and she sits on a
rock in the blue coolwater.
I finally opened the box to reveal
the essentials I had to wear everyday.
A flash of fuchsia
Tangerine joy
Pink diamonds
Racing rubies
Rose quartz
and a Pearl harbor.
all glitzed and glittered
while I remembered
every piece,
every moment,
and every boy
with a gapped smile behind the jewelry he gave to win my love.
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1 comment:
this is a sweet image. take more time with it and allow yourself to develop more of a story. It has much potential.
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