Kesha:
A few months ago, I held his hand, trying to reassure him that everything was fine. He hadn't moved since I started making out with him. I stretched my tongue as far down his throat as I could, trying to reach his heart, trying to reach his mind, trying to change how he thinks. It was completely silent. All I could hear were the ocean waves around me and his heartbeat. The more I forced my tongue down, the more his heartbeat slowed, almost like he was dying.
My other hand was wrapped around the back of his neck, my fingers gently touching the tattoo on his other side. I was caressing it, manipulating it. While my tongue was still down his throat, I sang a song to him, a cursed one only he could hear. It was a song that warned him about how dangerous the mermaids were, a song that asked him to slay one for me, to save everyone.
