The little mermaid
has a bath
to soothe her
nerves.
turns on
the hot tap
with a dainty toe.
wonders where it
all went
wrong all
so long
ago.
The Prince
(a man)
she never really
got to know
no
love
no
tenderness.
And he snores.
Nothing but
a uniform
all gold braid
All that blusters isn’t...
the many medals
he awarded to himself.
Her bitter laughter
trapped by the tiles
in this perfect
all white too bright
bathroom
wherein she sings
unhappy
ever after.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem