Waterbed

Poetry about struggle

Poem

 

To the naked eye, it was a fine mattress.
The woman, supine, seemed serene on the waves-
gentle and small (it’s only a waterbed, after all.)

But zoom in- you may notice her muscles are taut.
On her stomach, arms outstretched, she rode the waves-
unsettling, yet small (it’s only a waterbed, after all.)

Look closer; her hands are pressing down hard.
Her body is covering more holes from the waves-
many, but small (it’s only a waterbed, after all.)

Her head turns- tears stream; she can hold on no longer.
She gives over control to the leaks and the waves-
strong, if not small (it’s only a waterbed, after all.)

But she cannot rise, so she sinks in the mattress.
Her body, her face, awash with the waves-
killing, though small (it’s only a waterbed, after all.)

To the naked eye, it was a drained mattress.
The woman, supine, seemed serene on the frame-
gentle and small (it was only a waterbed, after all.)

 

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photograph by Angelina Litvin

 

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VK Lynne

VK Lynne is a writer and musician from Los Angeles. She penned the award-winning web series ‘Trading on 15’, and her writing has been published in Image Curve, The Elephant Journal, GEM Magazine and Guitar Girls Magazine. She has authored lyrics for three of her own solo albums and for the bands Vita Nova, stOrk, and The Spider Accomplice.

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