The Siren's Choice

The Siren is many things. Sort of like the tide She never meant to harm.

But she is she and she



Came into the world above with legs, with curious soft tissues Inside, laying eggs

But water is as water does and water



Rises and rose around her Pushing on her lungs Pulling on her spine Speaking many tongues

And confusion is confusing and confusion



Pulled her under and sink she finally did and for a minute her eyelids closed their lids

But living is what living is and life



Would not let her die or let her live So of her floundering pruny limbs

Two, she decided, would become A pair of fins

 

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