The Little Mermaid by felixishomicidal, literature
Literature
The Little Mermaid
i
She thrashed,
horribly tangled in the net
of he who had fallen into the sea.
As she caught him,
breathed life through his lips,
cradled him toward the moon,
the breezes of the ocean sang
a melody of mourning.
Dawn found him on the beach,
a supposed dreamer.
ii
She curled around herself.
No number of pearls could slow
the river of tears that mingled
salt to salt with the ocean
while she sang haunted songs
for the color of his eyes.
The tide grew with her longing,
but could only lap at his toes
as he stood on the shore and searched
for a kingdom under the sea.
iii
She traded her voice
for legs and was silent.
The sea
it's spring, now. we keep our curtains drawn after it rains because the rainbows still make you cringe. the stars are out at night, though, after clear evenings that wait and stick. you explain constellations to me because i never read the books. our bed is always left unmade because whenever one of us walks by it, we like being reminded of hungry hands and hungrier hips. you leave me shower-steam messages on the bathroom mirror. you make us dinner and i watch you stir, secretly using extra ingredients to spell out our initials near the sink. we watch a sad movie and i can't find the tissues, so you let me use your sleeve. "i bought you this.
Stamen is featured as one of the 'New Cartographers' in the latest Esquire, and featured as part of the I.D. 40 Young Designers here: http://www.id-mag.com/currentissue/
There's also an 8 page feature on Stamen in the latest Contagious magazine here: http://content.stamen.com/files/stamen_contagious.pdf .
[a project I'm working on is in I.D. and is described in Contagious as 'pure visual crack' — woo!]