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
