There I stand 

Rocking and swaying with the tide. 

I look down into the blue green sea 

White foam extends past the boat. 

The constant splash and hum of the motor fills my ears, 

Leaving the distant voices far behind me as their bodies stand right next to me. 

The smell of salt etches a smile on my face, 

Like a warmth welcoming me home. 

I wonder what creatures are beneath the watery abyss, 

Waiting to peak above the surface. 

The boat speeds up 

And jumps against the ocean waves. 

The wind roughly pushes past me. 

It feels as if I’m about to fall into a cold, hard death. 

I look down at the foamy white abyss again, 

It’s mysterious and dangerously hypnotic. 

It calls to me 

Like a white siren song. 

And a scary thought creeps into my mind: 

“Jump in.” 

I look around and others too are looking into the abyss. 

I wonder if they feel the same pull as I do. 

I stare back down into the eyes of the abyss, 

Toying with the thought of jumping. 

It’s not suicidal, 

But more of a feeling deep inside. 

Wanting to know what would happen next. 

Except nobody would understand. 

The thought is pounding in my brain 

Begging me to do it. 

I close my eyes to shut my thoughts out, 

But I still hear the voice whisper its song. 

I can hear people scream and shout. 

I open my eyes and I realize I’ve started to climb the rail. 

Footsteps approach to try and bring me down. 

The boat comes to a halt as the captain tries to calm the crowd down. 

I see shadowed faces come near, 

But I’ve already jumped down. 

My body hits the water with a splash, 

The bubbles surround me like a curtain. 

I hear the siren’s song go silent and the water stills. 

The white abyss envelopes me like a tight hug. 

I see a white siren come towards me. 

I knew there was a creature calling out to me! 

I reach out to touch it, 

And it swiftly pulls me in. 

Their eyes are like the foam pulling me close. 

A clawed and webbed hand is nearing me. 

It’s smooth and slimy skin gently caresses my face. 

Until it slowly squeezes my throat. 

It bears its sharp and pointed teeth. 

Now my white siren song has ended.