“Sing with me,” the leviathan pleaded, looping scales around the fragile craft. “Sing with me,” it crooned, the coils a milky white against the midnight sea. “Sing with me,” it hissed, contracting inch by inch in splintering thunder. “Sing with me,” in a bubbling trail of need that carved its way upwards as they sank down, down into the comforting depths.
“Sing with me.”
Leave a Reply