Sometimes

Sometimes

I pretend my fingernails

are fish scales -- 

artificial shine through 

the ocean waves. 

Sometimes I curl my

hands tight,

put them up to my ear,

and listen for the waves

that break with each 

heart beat. 

Sometimes I hold my arms

like wings and stand so

so tall and hope the wind 

takes me away, carries me home. 

Sometimes I breathe 

like the ocean, full of salt

and anger and fear. 

Sometimes - 

I pretend my fingernails 

are fish scales -- 

swimming through the ocean, 

searching for some place

to call home. 

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

This is a believable, beautiful fantasy, Kelley - the first such piece have read for a long, long time. Seems you have created your very own drama, scene by scene:. Brava, bouquets galore! :)

[Kelley Quinn]

Thank you so much :)

[emmajoygreen]

You're welcome. :)

[Robert Haigh]

An unusual write, with some inventive ideas and poetic imagery!

[The Twin Arenas]

I like this line about the fish scales. I think I've done that before, as well.