I have successfully unearthed the monster hidden in my right rib
and she told me with hushed words what a mean host I have been,
for I teased from a distance Don Quijotes and Gandhis and Auras
and the dark waters that I swam in have almost drowned her.
She asked with yoghin eyes for clear water and air.
A little voice then pleaded: “for my freedom, I beg”
“Cut the Cord, I beg, from Zeradia I came
but your storms and your tides are made of fear, untamed.
Oh, how I suffered chained to a creature like you!
Cut the cord, I beg, I’m slayed, a thousand times slayed”.
So I showed a little humanité
and I watched her leave, dragging her tail,
and felt empty again.
From the pits of my panic soul, a mermaid song took stage,
for each creature needs a monster to keep it in checks.