Page 3 - Chimera by Hannah Sheridan

Drifting
P e r h a p s kraken is
oh i’ve heard the stories
silk ? tentacles
hell is beautiful? i blink brushes soft
defined violence
definite
liberty
even
as sailors grasp
more important even broken clocks spin
seek poles
destiny
But what if Monster
if i lower my eyes
Balance
more important
splintered wood awaiting
water
would i find billows ofseagrass color
Monster
round round
round
K R A K E N
lightless hell
never their
is silk?
mingle
saffron
cerulean fissured light
s
at last
Fate
drifting
autonomous in gentle
r oiling depths
i silkfree
e
split masts
d ri f t i n g
flow s