An Accidental Drowning

The blowing wind brushed a sliver of her hair down the middle of her face creating perfect symmetry. She let it slide without correction, as she knew it made her look amazing. Tears flowing down from the dusty smoke coming in merged with undecorated collar bones slow in waves to the melody of her own creation. To her audience, she appeared the sirene draped in black. Attracted by the music they were going to crash, sink, and be eaten alive by the uncompromising ocean's life.