Miss Alice

Born in a pond, of seaweed beds and watery skies she swam to the surface of a cloth ocean. Swimming to the sky air rushed into her gills and life faded. Black blackness is what she saw as her hair grew white and balding. Listening to ruinous whispers from trout shaped mouths rotted her mind like mites with hungry bellies. Sink back Miss Alice, undercover from the little horrors of the world. His playful fingers soon found her, an arcane mermaid drenched in beauty and colour, under a fabric shelter, and he dived further and further through a cream orifice to grasp. She slipped and curled around him, resting on the crest of his wave, and slept.