By: Johanna Deletti, Elysia| Harman Projects
You could not know my journey through jaded dreams under
my Goddess Gaze.
Seaweed green mirrored against layers of a metallic stream occupied by
incandescent tumult.
Flaming red ringlets amongst writhing serpentine like a creature who
coils like my tail molts into submission.
Surrounded by lava-soaked fire ripplets, panic waits for my sacred fins to
slay repressed impatience.
Indigo flowerets blossom in the efflorescence of ombré petals tied to
lore and vermillion-soaked rope flaming in despair.
“Don’t tell me I can’t have the earth’s oceans and don’t tell me I can’t
have fins to swim.”
The pace of breath forgotten where these lungs expand, lost in the silk
black onyx where petals emerge from the sand.
They bloom in the ruins of volcanic ash and past doom.
My Goddess gaze mirrors pearlescent reflections of the maddening sea
as my air turns mineral blue under my Cancer Moon.
My plea with Joy for my authentic form turns my reflection into metallic imprints of steel-stained curves of a weed; slacking gaze to knees, I
plead.
Joy glides across my chest and pounds on my breast cage like she has
never been there before.
My slithering scales begin to rattle into full form, melding my legs together and lifting my flippers from the floor.
My flippant fins rage in the cerulean sea waves of June and Joy, she whispers into the arch of my collarbone, she falls right in, as I swim.