~Hi everyone! I’m back with a short poem. It is about the conflict between a scientist and a fantasy creature getting tested on. The bold text is the scientist’s and the normal text is the creature’s.
Homo nympha, otherwise known as nymphs, have been undergoing “outrages” for years in news reports while serving their time as unpaid workers. To combat this dilemma, Moderatus Institute has created a mechanism to subdue the emotions of these creatures by creating perfect ratio of chemicals in the brain, including but not limited to dopamine, serotonin, and norepinephrine. Once put into practice, this machine will be able to dictate the emotions of the nymphs daily to provide maximum productivity while using its electronic sensors to monitor the levels.
Currently, the lab is testing how much of each chemical will prove sufficient in subduing the nymphs. This will be the “golden ratio”, so to speak, of nymph worker productivity and wellness…
drown in the rueful sky
in the murky dark sea, I fly
too much air,”
my fragile and selective senses
put their gentle hands on my lips
Observations: Nymph #314
As all the other test subjects so far, this nymph seems to be complying with the machine. Her face shows all her emotions when experienced and she shows no sign of bre–
She spits against the small looking glass showing us through the metal chamber. The creature appears to be crying silently…
My hands are stained with color
Vibrant and fleeting
As I fall, float, and fluctuate on the surface of the pond
Bitter tears drip down my petals
Racing to the center, competing
Trikiti, trikiti, trikiti ta!
That’s how the other nymphs sung it
The clever drip-drop of
silently tries to light a fire
but I’m drowning
Drowning in electricity, surrounded by the flitterings of a spark
Zzzt zzt zzzt—
My body is cold, confined in the metallic dark
Zzzt zzzt zzt—
I twitch at every sound, ready to break
The violent, the vigorous, the valiant, the fear
All come in a rush
Gushes in the fountain of me
It breaks the machine. Oh god.
Then becomes hidden in the gray
The clouds and fog merge
The water and grass dissipate
And the sun is nowhere to be found
After the incident, s̶h̶e̶ it is restrained back in. She does not seem to see the scientist who strapped her to the machine and her emotion is dull unlike before, except for pink-hued tears.
I know it didn’t work.
Back to mechanical buzzing
No more emotional blushing
I must retreat back to the pattern.
~I hope you all enjoyed it! I got this idea suddenly after struggling with a few other ideas like a small firework of inspiration. It was so much fun to write.