Mermaid Verse

music flows from lips and as words meet sound bound and found me, your eyes wide open, soul sprightly greeting thee….

Sickness (3-6-2012) by Megan Seaman

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“Sickness has no shame

Pressure pushing the places

Behind crackled itching eyes

Breathing in and hear the

Distant banshee scream of

A wheeze through

Cavernous depths

And exhale, feel the tickling irritation

Sensation of spots sore inside

Raw and realized spaces

Skinned rubbed rough

And rosy, with deceiving blush

But fiery stinging burn comes with each touch.


Roar from lungs

Surprises the life

That rests inside this house

Of flesh and blood, bone and bile

That quakes with each rush

Of desperate air moving quickly and with strength

To force out the intruder that

Penetrated permeable walls

And has overstayed its length

As violent wind gusts enter

And at one leave each orifice

The victor will be thee

On battleground of holy body

And cure they being it must!!!” – Megan Marie Seaman


Author: meganseaman

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