BIG WAVE COMING: bold face font, you are curves and you are not afraid to flaunt.

You are sick of bullies, of bad memories, of flinching. You have already been rolled over and ran over and left empty.

No more of this. You are stormcloud lungs and selkie hands and proud as hell of shark-sharp teeth. You had to be scarred to get here. This treasure should be yours to keep.

To hell with small-boat boys and shallow-water girls. You are the unexplored, you are cold, and you will no longer be moved by their words.

She is a small fish and you are entire-ocean and you know she would become another’s lunch. You are protector dragon, you are center-of-the-fire, you are bruised knuckles and bright nights, you will not let her become leftover whiskey and somebody’s wet dream.

You try to teach her how to be less shadow and more the warmth you find hidden in her bloodstream. You show her the veins in your arm and how they’re still pulsing. You could be death, could be end, could be mourning.

You are instead berries and smooth jazz and jaybird, you have finally taught yourself to have so much to live for. You want to spill over your edges with hugs and with passion, you want to bring joy, you want to grasp moon and turn tides and bring change to this earth: a flooding of intense and glorious self-worth.

You fought demons to be where you are, you will not simply hand over the key to your heart. You are hard gemstone, and darling, you glow. You don’t need to be told that you’re beautiful. You already know.

You’ve spent your whole life fighting for your soul. You were the only one who saw castle where others saw hole.

—  Mercury: part 6/9 in a series /// r.i.d