you were the werewolf
afraid of depths,
i, the mermaid afraid
of shallows;
it makes sense that we don’t mix:
like water and oil 
we were just too different—
but you tried to harpoon me
with your darkness 
my mother is the moon,
and your howling will be in vain
because she won’t answer
your prayers any longer;
i will rise from the waters
you won’t recognize my song
because it will be one
that my cousins the sirens sing—
i won’t be undermined
by a man who didn’t even know
how to love or what his heart
was used for.
-linda m. crate 

About the Author

Linda M. Crate’s works have been published in numerous magazines and anthologies both online and in print. She is the author of six poetry chapbooks, the latest of which is: More Than Bone Music (Clare Songbirds Publishing House, March 2019). She’s also the author of the novel Phoenix Tears (Czykmate Books, June 2018) and two micro-poetry collections. Recently she has published two full-length poetry collections Vampire Daughter (Dark Gatekeeper Gaming, February 2020) and The Sweetest Blood (Cyberwit, February 2020).


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