Ursula's Prayer

Something was wrong amidst righteousness.

A man who borrowed your fork to feed himself SEAWEEDS.

"Hold on.

half-a-moon, this is an omen."

Amen, an omen.

You were pulled out of the sea.

Such a siren begging out of the waves

Risking Virgo's desire,

a woman walked by:

(oscillating between darkness and day)

"..."

Tarantulae over your body.

Blackened, barely.

"No. Absolutely."

a Skeleton:

"I never forgave you, Ursula."