Illustration by Poet Rummager

Scylla found him half drowned in the ocean blue –

unconscious and badly bruised.

In a darkened, dank cave, she kept vigil by his side –

whispering reassuring words; telling him everything’s all right.

For days he would shiver; delirious and fevered.

Scylla soothed his fears with the sweetest voice he’d ever heard.

One day, she found him awake in the seaweed bed she had made.

Approaching him silently, she prayed he wouldn’t be afraid.

Her dogs growled as he turned to look her way.

His eyes widened as she came into focus. He didn’t know what to say.

As he had laid those many nights and days, a part of his brain had decayed.

Looking at her, instead of the monster most sailors feared,

he saw an angel full of grace, and his grateful eyes teared.

“Thank you so much” were all the words he could manage to express.

She nodded happily, and her tail curled around and stroked his chest.

No other words were needed as they embraced in the gloom.

Sighing contentedly, the peculiar couple smiled up at the radiant moon.


*In Greek mythology, Scylla was a monster that lived on one side of a narrow channel of water, opposite its counterpart Charybdis. (Wikipedia)


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