Desert Druid 🏜// Writer 🐍
Speculative // literary // horror // nature
Of Men and Mermaids
There is horror in her wide-grimace gape mouth. The shark is a living portrait of ‘The Scream’. Her body wallops the wood deck and the water on her skin leaves dark impressions of her pointed form. Her gills pump wild for water that isn’t there.
Light through the haze
“Where are you going?” Greg asks. The view at sunset is a blaze of fluorescence, and everything else a dark silhouette, like it’s all made of plasterboard and painted black, the backdrop to a school play. In the distance, there is a palm tree. A lone singular palm tree, not native to this land, that someone would've planted before all this happened, long dead and calcified.