We exist in the stories we tell, in the space between our truth and reality.

Your words are a siren song and my pulse syncs with the cadence. I hear what you say and I hear what you mean. Words can be slippery things. They splash in and out of context, only partially surface, and you can’t help but wonder what remains hidden below.

MYTHOLOGY BY MELISSA NUNEZ 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 85

Mermaids didn’t wear goggles and I didn’t …