inspired by Lisa Kaplan's 'Day 59' & Bryan Caroll's 'Entry 42'
'ice coffee is cheap when it's not branded with a green mermaid,' he says & slides the cup of coffee across the table. the aroma takes angular routes & changing shades of bronze & red. priscilla can't follow with her eyes wide open in twilight. she isn't used to such intrigue in the human world, or the kiss of steam on her new-found skin.
'what would i do without my tail?' priscilla looks up, alarmed. 'give it back to me.'
against the windowsills her skin grows paler by the minute, until it turns into a translucent glow that merges with the shine of her wet, black hair. when she touches her arm she stirs dews, ripples & rising halos. soon her eyes are the only traces of her left, sparkling like black crystals into an alien hollow.
he watches priscilla melt into air before him & takes a deep breath of joy. on endless nights he rescued her from the waves & embraced her tail, waiting to hear that she'd love him. all that she did was flipping to escape his grip. green is for fairies and dark blue is for him: a man with damaged eyes, floating down the water that is him, only him.
when priscilla has vaporized, he pours more coffee into his cup. he'd drink this coffee down to the last sip of the love of his life. that would be his ocean.
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