By: The Mad Poetess

~ Atlantis shall rise again. She will spear through the currents, until the helms of her cityscapes cleave the tides that have entombed...

~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm ⚠ ~ My body /splits/ the water the way my skin...

~ Tears percolate from round, fishbowl eyes, cheeks a sting with salt and loneliness. I barter with the deluge, hold my breath for as...

~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to suicide and self-harm ⚠ ~ May 30th, 2018 These wayward...

~ Among the wreckage of her soul, lie shards of ribcage (splintered like the stern of a ship that has weathered many a beastly storm) and...

~ From the moment the tale of her ruin made itself known, mankind has coveted proof of her existence. Many a curious hand has stalked...

~ By my standards, he is a ten. I'm sure you're laughing right now-- "ooohhhh, she think's he's a ten"-- but that's not what I mean. What...

~ VI. I, Ophelia {The Drowning} It was her-- Flower Child. Weeping woman. Crazed Ophelia-- who taught me that the drowning is in the...

~ IV. Crimson It's not about the way it hurts-- it's about the way I bleed, the way my skin splits and geysers. A deluge of red leaches...

~ III. Annabel Lee At thirteen years old, I learn that not all mermaids are like Ariel-- some mermaids are called sirens, femme fatales...