Prose & Poetry

welcome home, starling

you are safe now

You're a Shark

You're a Shark

It’s okay now. It’s okay. I know exactly what it looks like. They were right and I hated myself so I didn’t listen.    
                        
It’s a sinking ship, and I
                                                      Would have gone down with my eyes wide open.
You know this.
                           You saw me tied to the mast when the others were jumping overboard. I would               have preferred to be the boat.
                                                                               I ink I tried. It’s too hard to remember.
Home was wet boots and a boy who just needed a soft body. That’s most of it. That’s really the point of the story.
                        
                                 I was playing with my life and letting him take swings at it. I was playing
with my life and I couldn’t beat it.
                        
                                                                But it’s okay, really, it’s fine. I see now that I still am the
ship, but I stay on land. I haven’t touched water in six months now.
               I don’t even like water but it’s the only way to float and it’s just not worth it anymore. 
                                            It doesn’t mean anything anymore.
                        
Floating and drowning start out the same and they can end the same way too. And it’s all
                              Okay. Everything came true. Whether we wanted it to or not.
                        
So I’m in wet boots again, so I hate myself again, so everything is back to normal again.

 

S.E. Frederick is Seattle born and New England raised. She is starting her undergrad at Savannah College of Art and Design. She has been published in Alligator Juniper. 
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