Meriem The Mystical Cat
- Aniss Benarrioua
- May 4, 2022
- 2 min read
Updated: Jul 10
She whines like a broken flute
Under moonlight’s cheapest hue
Sippin' fake sorrow like cheap wine
Claiming her “melancholy” is divine
God rolled His eyes, I swear He did
When she journaled her sadness like a kid
Stars? More like glitter glue
Trying hard to be “deep,” boo-hoo
Her “inner scars” are Tumblr posts
Reviving trauma like it’s a boast
Torment, torment yes, we’ve heard
Dramatic sighs in every word
There will be time
There will be time
To cry into her overpriced coffee
Facing the sea, acting all lofty
She built an ocean in her room, she said
Girl, that’s just tears and an unmade bed
Eyes like rivers, always raining
Drama queen with zero training
Her skin reflects “sacred geometry”?
More like overpriced astrology
Black dove-wings? Please, be real
Just eyeliner smudged from “how she feels”
She grasped the sky with shaking hands
Posted about it on all her ‘grams
Whispered poems to sad café chairs
Boho novelist? Mid at best who cares?
A flower? No, a drama bouquet
Poisonous petals and clichés all day
Late night vaudeville soul? Alright
More like mood swings after midnight
“Arise, O words,” she cries again
Wants validation from ancient men
Even Egyptian Gods would swipe left fast
Hathor’s rolling in the past
Then she took a trip to feel “everything”
And came back still... feeling nothing
There was a time
There was a time
When she wasn’t crying oh wait, that’s a lie
The stars don’t heal, they cringe above
Watching her fall so in love
With loneliness and dramatics
With vintage filters and sad theatrics
So here’s a toast
To the mystical crybaby cat
Still drunk on poetic wine
Still stuck in her dramatic flat
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