A sirens death.

Glistening
In moonlight; in ocean's lips; in limbo.
Waiting.
Mistaken if you think she's been consumed.
Not yet.
Wait.
She's purple skin- drinking in velvet through her pores.
Burning with every breaking gulp.
Pebbles pin her pretty toes to the mud.
Pull you under maybe.
But she's waiting.
Rabies in her eyes (red sirens screeching silent)
She's a mouthful of waves.
Salt stealing saliva.
She's a mute calling.

Oh, I think I'm falling.
My palm to her frozen throat.
She's laying like an angel.
Wavering.
With green tits and feathered lips.
With only the nectar I pour into her.
Darting eyes.
Seashells breaking, turning red.
Under her back like a bloody bed.
Comely mermaid.
Gnawing sea creatures have left tears.

But she's fought.
She has poured concrete into many hearts.
Heaviness not yet set-
Prayed upon and captured.
Clipped and skinned and chained and drained.
Still too alive.
Still squirming in her bones.
Still sanding herself down.

Oh, my teeth..just to crack a rib.
Release the remains of a melty summer day.
All in her marrow-
Molten misery.
Her blue hairs curl around my finger.
One last burst of glitter was left within her.

Her- I lifted from the water.
Her- I held her and I caught her.
Her- I threw up to the moon.
Her- She's blooming in the gloom.