Foam

By Aeriel Holman

We have so many memories,

Rolling in our brain

Like the sea…

Like ocean waves.

They spill into one another

And crash together

Foaming at the mouth…

Our mouth…

That tasted foam too early

That knew too much

While innocence was still required.

All is tainted now 

By mermaid’s seafoam…

What an ugly thing…

Even though,

As we all know,

Aphrodite was made of foam

And another thing

That foams.

And we recall its taste,

 still.

By Aeriel Holman