The pull of the Sea

Written by Leah Short
Art Pixabay

Stay with me in the shallow end, where life is easy.
All will be washed away eventually.
Standing in the waves lapping over scars, holding on hard.
We sink closer to the earth’s core, I do not stop myself from slipping.
Standing with you in the watery hollows
makes me feel that we are untouched by time.

We’re falling under the water’s spel, I like the feeling.
The waves shattering on the bay, far behind where we stand.
We shall not recover from the aftermath, these undercurrents
will drag us further out. I will not fight, we shall be done by night.

I could do anything but I cannot disappear. I need the veil of water.
I need the earth to pull me near.


My parents were away.

Written by Leah Short
Art by pixabay

I cut my nails short and poured double cream into coffee.
I lost the day, I’m sure of it.
The storms stopped; I had to turn the music off.

Dinner made me feel ill, I sat in my uneasy sickness.
but I didn’t stop eating. I finished it.

Tomorrow crept in slowly, and eventually the nausea left me.

Distance Between Objects

Written by Leah Short

The chair in the corner is always
more comfortable.
Solitary, and omnipresent
in all conversation.
Distant enough… so that no one will
speak to me.

I like mirrors a little too high on the
wall. Just enough so I have to tiptoe
to see. I don’t know…
I like the inconvenience of it and
I’m tall, so it feels as if it was
placed just for me.