To HMS Hecate.

Oceanic Queen.
Tied you had me.
And thrown I was.
Into your roaring.
Swallowing. Depths.
I knew you came.
Blade sharp.
Keen. Waiting.
Undone, to be.
I knew.
I felt it there.
I died.
I woke. Remade.

*

She said to me, right as I was about to leave, "Oh child... you don't know. You don't know."

A series of dog barks snapped me out of my trance and the owl stared me in the eye.

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