Come Play
She sits on a rock
By the ocean.
The water licks
At her feet.
"Come play,"
It calls her.
She resists,
Yet still it tugs
At her body.
The pull is
Almost magnetic.
It yanks,
A scream,
The rock
Is empty.
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