Poetry

A likely story

dragonink90

Ursula stole my voice, though

I made no contract and wasn’t singing.

She latched onto my legs with her tentacles,

tripped me into the deep

where I drowned

despite breathing.

The last bubble of air popped into a scream

that people mistook for a siren’s call

and left its echo to die in my chest.

Published by dragonink90

I'm an autistic author of fantasy and speculative fiction, and also a poet.