Red. Red and amber. Green.
The lights change as slow as my heart beats.
Fixed in my position,
I reach to remove the hair that hangs over my eyes.
The strands of hair fall back into place each time I move them.
The thought of having salvation salivates my mouth.
Sirens call my name but shiver to my response,
Despite the fact that they are in colder waters.
Sometimes I wish the siren would go back to it's depths.
The innocent pure upper body of a girl is nothing but a mirage;
A trick to fool the absent minded.
Luckily for me,
I know that underneath the beauty lies a monstrous tail that powers it's false image.
Green. Amber. Red.
I suddenly hear the beeping of cars behind.
I missed my turn.