Evoke/Siren.

Dancers on the breaking waves,
Sand caressing her feet.
The sounds of sirens echo in her head
Evoking her to move
Towards the riptide.
To make her into an angel
Butterflies evoked,
From her human shell.
She feeds the ocean
As sunken ships only harbour to life.
The singing whispers evoke broken memories
Reminding her to breathe,
Anything but air.