1.61803398 -Short Poem

~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



I spit.


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. 




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