Siren

I’m sitting on the rocks – bare and exposed out of the water.

The waves of the ocean lick up the length of my limbs. Seaweed wraps around my ankles trying to tie them back into the tail I must have once had.

The ruby rocks act as stepping stones to my home. The coolness on my feet feels nice, but I want to be submerged in it.

I can see where the bay opens up to the larger seas and I feel an intense longing for it – despite having never been out there.

The ocean sings and I want to sing with it. I want to lure you to the rocky edge, watch you crash among the shore and sink, all because you were struck by my beauty.

I am certain that was once my past and I miss it.

“Come back,” she whispers.

Soon.