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

A Woman’s Worth

The greatest sin the world forbids a woman to do, is love herself.

See, she is the wife before she is an  individual. The mother  who

cares for herself last. Someone’s sister or aunt. She never belongs

to herself. God forbid she does.

— Day Sibley, A Woman’s Worth

A Woman’s Worth

INFJ

🇮🇳🇫🇯 . . the roots of my parents grow from two different orchards their seeds have been planted within me. i was born outside of both of their countries and left to grow roots of my own. for those of us whose bodies are full of foreign flowers, we long for the home that was cut out of the picture, a phantom limb we cannot stop touching, and we have spent many years marrying the seeds within us so they may grow as one in unfamiliar soil. some of us are flower gardens carrying no roots. we sow our own earth and water our own petals to grow our own footing. we are left to create beautiful orchards of our own out of the two humble seeds planted within our hearts. – p a v a n a 🌸. . . 📸by my best fraaaand @emceedabble @dabbleinfocus . ( if you need a photographer hit him up he'll make your big ass forehead look like art 🤷🏽‍♀️)

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INFJ

Black Stilettos

2011

They’re black as night.
I put them and become something new.

The one you’d wish you have
the one you wish you could
hold hands with.

Your dirty fantasies
where you lay your head.
The succubus
who leaves you breathless

the girl you cum to
the one you desire

when I transforms
into my black stilettos.

— To’Wednesday Sibley, Black Stilettos

It’s an old poem I thought I’d share. By the way, Day/ To’Wednesday
are the same entities, one is my pen name the other is my real one. 

Black Stilettos