oh but to be a siren seething in rage wrought in fury shrieking pair bonded with my sisters (the best kind of found family) luring men to their grisly, measly, well-deserved ends. i can almost hear it the siren song, bewitching as nightshade berries the moss ridden rocks beckon us, arms linked, we're sea's furies incarnate. - "when (we) scream the sea is listening"
