She lurked beneath the sea
In languid dreams
Among encrusted shells and aqua marine
Swimming in tales of bootleg bandits
and treasures foreseen.
Her eyes mirrored by the swell
Sinking in coral
A wet porcelain doll –
Stitched with serrated knife
A saw-like sight,
The fold between scale and skin –
A burial ground of skeletal frames.
Seaweed coiled and crushed
Luring the weak from their craft –
Remnants of a mermaid song
Still echo in the throng,
And as the water sweeps across her milky brow
It made sense somehow,
In the waters of the murky deep
She found herself a bed to sleep.