She loses breath.
Apparitions from his sirenic words whistle through the night; phathoms escorting her to the land of no return.
Trapped.
Her blood slowly coils.
Flustered.
She pace herself to get away.
Scared.
Her lungs fill with panic.
Questions escape her muddled mind; arising from her broken but mending heart.
What if?
Should she?
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