At last I pulled away from her,
As she still sat gawkily on my bed.
She caught my arm as I tried to evade
The wanton hurt of the unsaid.
"I care little for your person," she muttered, indifferently,
"I care even less for the sea."
"I came back just to ensure how unhappy
I knew you’d always be."
My hands soon found her neck,
And squeezed the blue out from her eyes.
She didn’t bother to resist;
So calm she was, so unsurprised.
Then I took her upon my shoulder,
And rode her out into the bay.
To bury that temptress Siren,
Before she led me astray.
Her eyes flicked open as she sunk downward,
And she watched me, like sentient debris.
And mouthed, "I’ll be back again, you know—
When you think at last you’re free."