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They Call my Name

Siren Call

By Amber ZajecPublished 4 years ago • Updated 4 years ago • 1 min read

They call my name

I hear them in the darkness

I have never followed

Not until tonight

They call my name

Caressing my skin with soft voices

My feet move on their own accord

Cold wood shoots up my bare feet

They call my name

I am coming

Quickly I walk around the sleeping pirates

One snores loudly

They call my name

My body shivers with anticipation

I make it to the stairs

Moonlight shines through the warped wood

They call my name

Louder now

My feet move up the stairs

Creek, creek, creek,

They call my name

I am almost there

I open the door to a moonlight-kissed deck

My breath forms small clouds

They call my name

Goosebumps form along my arms

I look up

The moon looks back

They call my name

I walk to the edge

They’re louder here

I look down

They call my name

The water below is spilled ink

Dark and eerie

Uninviting

They call my name

I stand on the edge

My stomach drops

I am hit with a rush of wind

They call my name

The word tilts

I fall

Splash

They call my name

At first, it’s dark and cold

Nothing but black

But then

They call my name

Light explodes in front of me

Tails and creatures swim

The darkness breaks

They call my name

The water warms

My skin comes to life

I am home

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Amber Zajec

Fueled by fantasy, magic, and a desire to escape into worlds filled with laughter, love, and mythical creatures. My lifelong dream-to make a living helping others escape into the magical worlds I create, one spellbinding story at a time.

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    Written by Amber Zajec