#mermaydsnet

There is this sense of the deep around her, a dark twisted thing, lurking behind a fair masquerade, luring the things on land to drown, perish and drift away; there is her lips, full and burned with sun and salt; her hair that tastes of a peculiar sea salt amidst an eerie divinity; there is her skin, warmed by the sun, glistening as a reminding of waves; there is her eyes, so dark and deep, abyssal amidst beauty; there is the way she moves, clumsily, yet so elegant and graceful, enthralling; the way she sways her hips, like the sea sways a ship. There is everything about her, yet nothing of her. There is her allure and that’s it. The rest is hidden to all, peering behind the mask, ready to bite, ready to sing, ready to drown.