Womens Prey

She waits where the sea is black and chill, Where silence strangles and time stands still. Her eyes are pale, her hands are thin, She smells your blood beneath your skin. She sings to bones that drift and dance, She drags your corpse in a lover’s trance. Her kiss is salt, her breath is rot, You beg for death—she ties the knot. One by one, she takes you down, Wraps her arms and lets you drown. Skins your face and drinks your cry, Loves you once—then lets you die. The sailors whisper when night grows cold, Of women dead and horrors old. Their hair like kelp, their mouths too wide, Their screams are drowned but never died. They wear your fear like woven veils, They gut you slow, they kiss your nails. Your lungs will burst, your heart will cry, But she will feast before you die. One by one, she takes you down, Wraps her arms and lets you drown. Skins your face and drinks your cry, Loves you once—then lets you die. “Come swim,” she croons with crooked grace, “Come drown inside my cold embrace.” Your soul is food, your screams are red, She paints the reef with all your dread. Her teeth are sharp, her throat is deep, She sings your name when others sleep. No priest, no light, no God will see— The sea is hers, and so are we. One by one, she takes you down, Wraps her arms and lets you drown. Skins your face and drinks your cry, Loves you once—then lets you die. So sail no more through blackened tide, Where waits the sea’s eternal bride.