under my bed
and lying awake in my cupboards,
swimming in my Cabernet Sauvignon,
immersed in the stare of my bra straps,
enfolded in the slopping of my glass,
microscopic in the droplets on the wall,
submerged around my earlobes,
whispering necessities to themselves,
or myself,
they are not me?
i think,
i will break the silence
with my screeching eyes,
and let them tell you
i am a sea monster,
and not to die.
shrinks arent cheap 
Sufi…
your realm…simultaneously..spiritual & most spiritual…fireworks in 16 lines.
Again, the seeress speaks through the red filter of her wineglass.My head is swimming in your words.
Seeress. Damn, I love this word. Swim as long as you like.
the terrifying roar and strident plea to live as one is, make this a lovely, powerful piece, well done!
thank you so much
You may belong to the sea but you’re not a monster, but blue does become you.
thank you, but I’m afraid I might be…
Twisted maybe but not a monster and we all need to be a bit twisted in life.
I am able to relate to this but must plead the 5th in how I connected. Very, very interesting read. Thank you!
thank you so much
Oh, these are beautiful sea monsters. See monsters. See monsters everywhere. What is monstrous can be beautiful.
what is monstrous may be the only beautiful…
A thousand ships have been launched…
i am still, submerged, waiting.
A Song of the Sirens… No wonder so many sailors never made it to port! A little of the red and then they were dead… 😉
oops 😉
From one monster to another… Great poem 😉
we monsters need to stick together.
Sounds like a GREAT plan
And there was me thinking sea monsters preferred merlot to cab sav. This poem is like a volcano to me… feels as if it’s bubbling underneath, ready to explode.
You’re rocking the green lips btw 😉
merlot is the wine of choice…thanks for your always-endearing comments!
Don’t eat the green ones, they are not ripe yet.. 😀
😉
What a lovely monster you make 🙂
and you are just lovely!