Tis rare a miss

resists Sam’s starry eyes.

At his Mer-him: “Sit ye.”

they’re mire-smit

an’ “Mercy” they cry.


that Sam is marshy.

Syreeta Muir is almost 100% certain she’s not a cannibal. Little jelly people do not count. Writing in Versification, Daily Drunk Mag, The Disappointed Housewife, Sledgehammer LitA Thin Slice of Anxiety. Photography in Barren Magazine and Olney Magazine.

Twitter: @hungryghostpoet