I lay in bilge and pooling rain, a sole survivor on a storm-tossed sea.
They are not like the fairy stories in flashes of lightning. Leaning into the skiff, they grasp. Eyes hungry.
I pray, half-drowned as mermaids beckon…
As Odysseus did amid sirens.
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