In a whale’s belly
The squid spun to stare at me
He gave me a gift
Grew the grass for her
Watered with my blood, a tree
To which I tended
Made the mighty blade
To bludgeon my bark, rip out
My roots, buried it
From dust, from draft, I dug
Pressed the life into her lungs
Stay with me, please stay
Her hair black as coal
A sweet, soft, silvery voice
A sword that would save
On fins of fiber
Oh, she soars! Look, how she soars!
And I swim with her!
My solace, the salve that
Soothes my strained skin, forever
She is forever
The squid, his suckers
Grabbed the gift, drowned me
Made me the sucker
He took her from me
Why would he let me have her?
She is all I had
So, I search for her
First, the sharks surround me
Now they bow to me
Their teeth seized the squid
I drank his ink, spat it out
Finally found her
I grab her, my gift
Her sword spins to slice me
How dare she! Some gift…
Why would she do that?
After all I’ve done for her?
Not a gift, a curse –
Oh, of course, I see
I see why she fears me now
Ink spills from my mouth
My tears as black as coal
She bandages me, I breathe
In a whale’s belly
About the Creator
Wen Xiaosheng
I'm a mad scientist - I mean, film critic and aspiring author who enjoys experimenting with multiple genres. If a vial of villains, a pinch of psychology, and a sprinkle of social commentary sound like your cup of tea, give me a shot.
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