Ocean Table-Turning Poem by Casey Renee Kiser / snail viXen

She is the plague of my mind
I've been ill in all forms
Spinning most days
into her black hole of hypochondria

All her energy directed
to crushing my spirit
I would drown in the ocean every morning
just by stepping out of bed

The narc mother's only passion
is thinking she can control the waves
But I let out a sigh so hard
that I became the wind and the water

Creating waves was as easy as letting go
All bottom feeders now answer to me
Each school of fish formed into a heart
Sharks exist now only for my amusement