If you asked me,
What is a shaking still?
I would say,
it is a seagull in love with an eel.
It is angelic like a threat to kill,
two enemies at peace with one another,
a sisterly man and a brotherly mother.
Genuinely not afraid to die,
It is a spider too naive to eat that fly.
After I failed to tell you,
After I failed at why
You would say I’m mad, so wicked, so bad
I would point,
because now you know
A shaking still,
is leaking through my lashes,
Vibrant, yet subtle
like a buttercup glow