A mermaid played with the laughing waves
She chased them to the shore
They lapped the feet of the sandy beach
As she basked in the stickiness of the summer sun
A fisherman saw her sandy tail
And he saw the rolls of her sun kissed back
"Ah," he said with a smirk that chilled
"Now here is a fish too sweet to cook."
Throwing back his whip and pinching net, he snapped
Once, twice, and then once more
Snickering as her cries echoed in his grimy ears
Once, twice, and then once more
She bit and yanked the gnawing rope
She panted and clawed at her ensnared neck
She saw brown hands lunging for her throat
She grabbed them and pulled them close
She pushed her lips up against his
Writhing from their grubby crust
She parted her lips and bit down with all her might
Once, twice, and then once more
He yelled in shock, and she dug her nails deep
Smiling with satisfaction as trickles of red oozed from the roughness of his flesh
She pulled herself to the water; she pulled him to the water
Pools of red emerged within the blue
She flicked her tail to summon the waves
Loosening the ropes, they set her free
Pushing her towards home
All as the fisherman drifted farther and farther away
Into the murky waters of his grave