The siren having been aboard the ship for years has finally submitted to his fate
The crew keeps him fed, the captain having had seduced him once feels like the taste of bitter regret now.
The ocean beckons, calling him home, promising his freedom.
The chains around his wrists, his throat, feel loose, but it’s not the tightness that keeps him there anymore. It’s the weight.
“I saved you, your heart should be mine”
Echoes.
The siren recalls that one clear morning. After so much neglect, abuse, silent screams, loud tears, broken glass.
His scar shines brightly when the sun peeks through the crevices.
His nails ripped to shreds.
His heart in a jar. On the shelf.
Removed himself.
The captain still visits. But there’s only silence anymore as the siren stares in hatred. Maybe not even hatred. Hardly any malevolence.
There’s no time.
Drowning entries. Log.
