Her nostrils widen as she sucks in the depths of the sea and sings rhymes in ancient tongue
Shells cover her skin like reptile scales
her scaled arms led to finned hands, she uses these to capture the seas secrets
She is the woman of old sailor tales moving through the salty mists of dusk
She walks like a dying crone
Her mane of sea weed dragging behind her like Ursula's wedding veil
scurrying up jagged rocks on the waters edge
She licks fish shit out of rocks pools tasting the decay of sea parasites
she spits up sea spiders the size of nightmares
Her tongue a roughened tentacle covered in fish lice
She weaves sea spells to glamour young sailors
creating a watery veil between what they wish to see and what she is
When they bed a fisherman's pretty daughter in a seaside tavern they wonder why her lips taste like salt
they wonder why her insides feel so cold and her laughter sounds like the seas chaos
When she moans her juices taste like the waves rotted victims
she whispers words that string together shapes of the blackened depths
she wants him to solve her riddle but he does not know the answer
He feels his lungs fill with salty bile
he has visions of Vodianoi and black under sea labyinths
he is drowning through her deep kiss
even as his last breath leaves him he never trys to pull away from the watery embrace of the sea hag.
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