you promised we’d unbreak
the world together
sew around the fissures
our mage precursors conjured
when hubris spells shattered
the canvas of creation
arrogantly, I hoped
we’d wrangle the sea with our lunar magic
our enchanted nets, ensnared moonlight
we’d force flood, forbid ebb,
bar water’s escape through horizon-cracks
to other dimensions where real gods may find respect
from creatures of their making
drunk on love, we believed
that our children would blossom
to ride the waves as we once did
after I met you under a seashell
scooped you up and lifted the curse
your own father placed upon you
because your fragile wings disgraced him
(you’ve never used them since)
my barren heart is thankful
our children remained dreams
potentials unrealized, never to witness
this land’s shell fracture, and even wind escape
carrying your desiccated ashes through the rifts
witness you wingless, flying for the first time
flying away from me
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Akis Linardos is a writer of bizarre things, a biomedical AI scientist, and maybe human. He’s also a Greek that hops across countries as his career and exploration urges demand. Find his words at Apex, Strange Horizons, Uncharted Magazine, Heartlines Spec, and visit his lair for more: linktr.ee/akislinardos |