She tuned me to the beat of her heart, and she played me for the fool. My ship swelled next to her like the tides, rolling up the shore and rolling down the sand, catching sea stars, sea shells, and her eyes. Her voice was beautiful, haunting, tugging me further along the coast, searching for the allure of beauty in the flesh singing my song. I hunted till I became weary, and when sleep threatened I stabbed myself to keep myself awake, and I bled myself dry to keep her next to me, crying like Orpheus when she wasn’t near, breaking the hearts of the gods in the sky to let me pass into hell to find this haunting, hailing voice. I came close, like Icarus to the sun, turned my vessel into a secluded cove, following the currents which seemed to pull directly to her, the most beautiful creature. Then my ship ran aground, splintering into thousands of bits, impaling me, and she came aboard with sharpened claws and teeth and tore out my throat. And I knew I wouldn’t find the beat of her heart, or the song to mine.