aquamarine
I dreamt of a siren
with crystal skin and quaint braided hair.
her eyes, slow swirls of undying azure,
coiled around, her salt-sweet chorus
tightening at my throat
The alluring notes
pierce through my rasp scream—
In cold sweats I
wake up nauseous—
My vocal cords enfolded in her skin.
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