A Body of Water
stare at a reflection
that isn’t mine
though I see myself in some ways
I stare at a reflection
through this glass-like liquid
though I see myself in some ways
this mirrored image speaks for herself
through this glass-like liquid
there’s something deeper than our eyes can see
this mirrored image speaks for herself
with the rippling mistakes she’s made
There’s something deeper than our eyes can see
under the cold depths of the surface
with the rippling mistakes she’s made
she formed a story of her own
Under the cold depths of the surface
a beckoning of creatures
she formed a story of her own
even with the bubbles of air
A beckoning of creatures
swimming around freely
even with the bubbles of air
it is still unclear what else is there
Swimming around freely
a large creature waits
it is still unclear what else is there
maybe it’s the dark history of this creature
A large creature waits
lurking, drifting about
maybe it’s the dark history of this creature
the reflection doesn’t want to show
Lurking, drifting about
it sets in the bottom of her stomach
the reflection doesn’t want to show
but she wants so badly to unleash it
It sets in the bottom of her stomach
buried within the body of water
but she wants so badly to unleash it
even though she can’t
Buried within the body of water
it takes so much effect
even though she can’t
she waits for something to happen
It takes so much effect
for the waves are from the trees
she waits for something to happen
something should happen to her
For the waves are from the trees
the rumbles are from the core of the earth
something should happen to her
as her body steps out of the mold
The rumbles are from the core of the earth
the mistakes rest within her
as her body steps out of the mold
she crashes everything in her way
The mistakes rest within her
she isn’t ready to unleash the creature
she crashes everything in her way
but finally, the rumble is tamed
She rests in her final position
as I look into the lake
I stare at the reflection hoping to see myself
but that reflection isn’t mine.
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JAYLYN ANTONIO is a sophomore pursuing a Baccalaureate degree in English with a minor in Creative Writing. Jaylyn was born in Anchorage, Alaska and grew up learning and loving to write.