Ricci Schwarzler - Siren

She was to blame, the siren. It was her fault. She lured them into things they didn’t want to do.

They didn’t want to hit the rocks, but she made them do it.

They didn’t want to see other women, but she made them do it.

She was a siren, who gave them the excuse they needed to do what they wanted, but once it was done, they needed someone to blame and it was she the siren. She was to blame for their pathetic weakness.

She looked on with disgust. No accountability, no responsibility. They needed a lesson. She the Siren, would teach them that lesson.

She gathered all her strength. It came from everywhere. It came from all of them, all the smaller sirens. It churned and swirled and weaved its way into a cloud that encompassed the planet. It was growing. It was strong. It was powerful, but it had a fight. It fought harder. Sometimes it lost, many times it won, and every time it won, it made the next fight even easier.

Until eventually it did win, it won everywhere.

There were no more excuses. There was no more unaccountability and there was no more irresponsibility.

The sirens couldn’t be blamed any more. They were free.