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⠀ awed by their glow,⠀⠀looming above their palm,⠀⠀attentive.⠀⠀reaching to it with her own hand,⠀⠀in a hesitant manner. ⠀

something she cannot understand. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀she doesn't have time to reconcile with the how, or why. baring her teeth at the man, she lunges herself off the rock, below the waves⠀﹠⠀towards the ship. she'll take no prisoners here. ⠀

of her existence, she's never faced a man who could withstand her pull. it confuses her⠀–⠀unnerves her, even. her chest flutters rapidly in exhaustion⠀–⠀she should be sinking her jaws into flesh, but instead, she is now in a stand-off

prowess. he is screaming something she cannot understand, frightened by the sudden abandonment of his crew. her head snaps forward in one jerky movement, her singing ending abruptly. her sight focuses on him, pupils rapidly expanding. in all

melodic strain. it coaxes, it subdues. senses hindered, one by one, she listens to the splashes of bodies of men. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀there is something wrong in this chorus,⠀﹠⠀she hears him⠀–⠀a lone survivor still on the ship, unaffected by her

tragedy now⠀–⠀even as she's noticed by the crew–a sound not from her rising in volume. a panicked cry,⠀﹠⠀the wood of the ship groaning, as though it was being assuaged, too. her song is a destructive kind, veiled in a hauntingly

the men for a brief moment as the ship looms closer⠀–⠀this instance has occurred countless times. it is their end,⠀﹠⠀her renewal. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀she opens her throat, her vocal cords pulling apart. there is nothing that could prevent this

submerged within her,⠀﹠⠀now, these sailors have unknowingly traversed into what is hers. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀incapable of lurking any longer, she dives headfirst, charging for a rock closer to their ship. atop her perch, her blackening gaze rests on

another certitude she has come to over time:⠀she has been alone here, for as long as she can remember. but there is no longing for company, there is not even comprehension of the lack of it. there is, however, a territorial nature

time. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀their chiming, happy voices grow louder, the waves rocking her unsteadily as the boat approaches what is her land. no human resides on this soil,⠀﹠⠀although her physicality disallows her to trek far onto the beach, it is

voices of the men, that this bounty will last her a long while. she is weakened by her hunger. ire is what remains after starvation,⠀﹠⠀one falter could mean a dire sacrifice she is unwilling to make. this, she knows, too:⠀it is almost

she is almost frenzied⠀–⠀one could liken this state to madness, her form twitching below the surface of the waves. if she could mark the passing of time since her last meal⠀–⠀it had been weeks. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀she knows, by the multiple

wait. she has stalked them for hours,⠀﹠⠀inhaled the stinging scent of their blood for longer. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀hunger has taken her. mere mortals could not understand this kind⠀–⠀even if one could, it is in itself, indescribable. in observance,

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀distant from shore, something malignant pries above the current. only her eye-line is visible to those who may be searching for her⠀–⠀though not a single soul is. in truth, she is the one who is watching, in predation⠀–⠀in

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓼ome⠀kisses⠀ᵃʳᵉ⠀not⠀without⠀c͟r͟u͟e͟l͟t͟y͟.⠀⠀𝓼ome⠀things⠀b͟u͟r͟n͟⠀more⠀𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒⠀ᴵᴺ⠀the⠀𝓸cean. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ an ease in tension. ⠀⠀they're a familiar, ⠀⠀welcomed face on her shores. ⠀⠀something resembling a smile mirrored back at them. ⠀⠀