MYKAYLA CASTLE | CREATIVES
I never pictured my heart with jaws of a fish
a deep sea spiny thing, found too far down to be
familiar.
i think it had wings once—
No. I pictured it
a box, an egg, a pomegranate. I held my empty hand
to my chest and clutched at
my silly heart, too soft
to start with, and so it floated, algae in the ocean,
and subsisted off sunlight and—
nothing, really, except
the shadow of the viper that curled around the core
of me, like I could pluck only the pit which sucked
my chest in with promises, and
the edges are blurry on how i
grew my legs and struggled to land, how did i grow
hungry, grow teeth inside a mouth—
I look again, spy
in rib bone coral the blind, swimming thing that hides
with frilled fins and flinches away, unfamiliar
with how life goes outside the palaeozoic era
is the thing i was
at the very beginning still me?
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