“THE NAUTILUS” by Lynnette Shelley
 
Wind and wave and whales and whimsies and last wishes, cutting clear across his countenance, hurt and human, forgetting families and flames as he flailed his limbs and floundered, the boat bucking and bouncing, buoyed upon broken breaths of the brine. The sirens slinked with serpentine stealth and speed, swiveling their scales to swim and slice the surface, dragging him down to the depths to drown and devour him, devoid of faith or fantasy, until he sealed their fate with a forbidden kiss, and they
Dispersed,
Shattered,
Broken, by
Finding
His human
Warmth.

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