Drowned
I look into the water and I see
a face; the face of my creation. Pallid
skin made bloated from a long submersion. Wet
and limpid eyes blink back at me from
the deep, deep blue. My creator still lives.
My hands drift slowly downward, drawn to her,
to embrace the terrible creaure gazing up at
me. Her hands reach up to mine, sodden
flesh flaking away from her knuckles, disturbed by
the unexpected movement. Bone flashes white as the
belly of a fish, such as those that
swim around and through her, darting past ribs
and a spine laid bare by decomposition. Our
hands are coming together, closer and closer now.
I start back once, as smooth scales flicker
over my rapidly cooling skin; I carry on,
I cannot stop, although I see her now
for what she is: dead but willing to
reach for my life, to snatch it away.
My arms are submerged now, my hands in
hers. My face is close; the surface ripples
under my frantic breathing. Her grip grows harsh,
her vicious clutch snapping my delicate fingers. I
start to wake from her spell; my body
starts to struggle, but my knees are encased
in mud. I only slide further in. My
face is under now; I can hear her
scream with glee at the prey she has
caught. I cannot breathe; all I can see
is her gaping mouth, her terrible fangs.
My body stops struggling. My mind is still
panicking, but my soul is finally at peace.
I fall forward into her appetite, falling gracefully
toward my watery doom, my dark resting place.
I guess it's kind of inspired by kelpies, sirens, and various other tempting monsters of the deep. I honestly scared myself hardcore with this one.