She Liked The Way They Died

She watches the sky

a horrific shade of black

air heavy with mortal

screams.

Her tail glitters ever shade of blue

webbed claws sharp as razors

emerged from the sea

assembling herself onto an ice floe

gazing at the dying subjects,

sinking to the depths of the ocean.

The mermaid snapped out of her trance,

turning to see a youthful maiden with hair like that of the sun;

who drifted far from her kin.

With amusement, the mermaid watched

as the bright haired child struggled to stay afloat

her pleading eyes sinking below.

— Day Sibley, She Liked The Way They Died 


written and revised since 2011

She Liked The Way They Died

Misanthropy

I have come to the conclusion that the more you understand people the more you loathe them. For instance, nobody cares about problem until it becomes theirs, but why didn’t they care enough to prevent it from becoming their problem? Or why do people start caring as soon as you stop?

Misanthropy