Myths by the Shore

Poetry by Gwyneth O. Delorino Illustration by Andrea Mae C. Layon

You’ll see it in her crimson eyes, As she delves into the secrets of the universe. Lost connections while wandering, When the deep’s surface has shrouded in darkness.

You’ll see it in her temple, Taking on a strange form. Like a glare, she flaunts her body, Made to make a grown man cry, loathing in turmoil.

You’ll see it in her silence, She seemed to be rejecting her reality. Before Pangea, hiding beneath places: Do you hear her throb?

You’ll see it in her skin, The roughness and the scales Come with an overwhelming baggage That she must carry through to live.