Heed the Blue

On the ocean

the water is still.

Ripples of waves coming from within;

That outer lip of her ear pricks up,

taking in

the sound of the siren’s call:

Deadly in a beautiful facade

As her eyes focus;

Entranced

on the now crashing waves,

Drawing her in:

those treasures that used to house

Sparkling.

Then the light begins to shift

rising up

a turtle, she sees the greenest part

glowing

But now knows it is not true;

knows

the skin.

Ignores the knowledge…

On the ocean

A siren swims up to the surface.

A girl jumps into the water.