The Unwilling Jailer
By Kilhah St Fort
Blue depths Holder of euphoria and life I enshroud the senses Sometimes I am unmoving Shy, a bit cautious The wind nudges me forward gently My fingertips graze over hot grains Before I must retreat Other times A heat swells in the pits of my stomach Excitement floods my veins I stand tall onto the tips of my toes Trembles overcome me I reel forward Curled up into myself Cold water rushes down Salty taste, cool touch Within me lives The gems of this earth Great white bears Rest on icy blocks Forming homes for their young Humans enjoy my shallow waters Laughing, splashing. I wash away worry Ease seeping deep into their bones Yet, something creeps in Poison-coated claws sink into me Infecting, tainting The icy blocks are its first victims I cannot speak when they cry Their bodies lessening with each passing day I cannot move when I bloat Overfilling with their remains Shoves and howls Replace nudges and laughter Trees snap Against the wind He runs in circles Dragging me along My falls turn hazardous Wood splints underneath the pressure I tear through the homes of my humans Furniture Pictures Memories Destroyed I wrap around their wrists and ankles; Watery chains weigh down Until they gasp, claw, and struggle Their freedom is stolen I am silenced As my form distorts As I slap shackles on the innocent As fingers point, turning the blame onto me As I become jailer of a prison Soaked in blood and tears Founded by a force born from my accusers Who are they to declare me the villian? They are the ones who pollute this earth Burning materials without thought They say the pains aren’t real “Climate change? Oh, that’s just a theory.” I scoff If it’s not real, why do I feel the symptoms of an incoming epidemic. My body aches, my knees shake Stomach twisting and knotting Cotton stuff head Pressure building A storm is brewing But hey, The Unwilling Jailer What could I know, I’m just an ocean. I’ll shut my eyes and cover my ears I will play my part Become the horrible, unfeeling ocean And watch as our beautiful earth is pulled apart By her children.
Kilhah St Fort is an outspoken girl, who can often be found listening to either Broadway musicals or lo-fi beats. One of her favorite pastimes is binge-watching cartoons. Kilhah documents her world and the world around her through poetry while creating new ones through prose. She's passionate about a bunch of things but most importantly, advocating for the representation of underrepresented communities in spaces they are historically forgotten about.