#2254

Insatiable Charybdis,
drag me like a tiny ship into your chill black waters
shatter my hull, snap my decks, tear away my sails

I offer you my fear; drown it in the deep!
I offer you my hate; drown it in the deep!
I offer you my sorrow; drown it in the deep!

Monstrous Charybdis,
transform what remains of me into teeth and wrath
set my maelstrom heart free to devour the world

I am a vortex too, inside

#1917

are you a doorway –

behind your eyes I see shadows dance
beneath your skin I feel strange twitches
inside your chest I hear a whirlpool roaring
upon your tongue I taste ash and bone

– and if so, for what?

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#1822

You haunt me, monstress! First my dreams and now in literature. What do you wish of me, why do you call to me from your prison in the dark depths? You make the saltwater in my blood rush like the tide; you stir the wreckage of ships and ocean liners buried in the silt of my stomach. Do you need your story told, perhaps? Has your tale been so twisted through the years that you crave retribution, if only in the form of the truth written somewhere, anywhere, for someone to find? There’s so little trace of you left in song or myth after all these years, so you must fill in the gaps for me. I am good at telling the monster’s story, and I will tell yours if you need. I am not afraid to be pulled down into the whirlpool if you are not afraid to show me your true form.