“Hush-Hush” Fiction. Based on a True Audio-book.

“They were always reminding themselves to stop measuring life in coffee spoons, mornings and afternoons, to keep swimming way, way down to the bottom of the ocean to find where the mermaids sang, each to each. Where there was danger and beauty and light. Only the now.” ― Marisha Pessl, Night Film


Fiction. Based on a True Audio-book.

by Garnet

This journal entry is inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional.

If you did not know me, you would never know.

Even if you do, you still don’t see the hollow.

Masterfully nurturing this one, last enigma.

You all see the me that is presented, polished, displayed.

Never looking through the sheen to see the frayed.

But I don’t blame you, we all prefer the refined,

Pleasant, pretty, and the pulchritudinous,

Even so, carefully tucked away, this secret

Tied, secured infinitely; nothing could forfeit.

Lulling her to sleep with whispered spells

My secret is a sweet and scarred wraith of childhood

Plucking petals off the daisy, gnawing on buds of the dogwood.

She, mystical and tempestuous, diving deeper and deeper

Searching, unceasingly, for the magic, the mermaid.

She, witchy, Earthly and gritty, drinks tonics of nightshade.

For those of you who feign knowledge,

You will only ever have my detested, divulged appendage.

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