She watches the sky
a horrific shade of black
air heavy
with mortal screams.
Her tail glitters ever shade of blue
webbed claws sharp as razors
emerged from the sea
assembling herself onto an ice floe
gazing at the dying subjects,
sinking to the depths of the ocean.
The mermaid snapped out of her trance,
turning to see a youthful maiden with hair like that of the sun;
who drifted far from her kin.
With amusement, the mermaid watched
as the bright haired child struggled to stay afloat
her pleading eyes sinking below.
— Day Sibley, She Liked The Way They Died
written and revised since 2011
Day Sibley 