She didn’t scream.
She sang.
As the waves curled like fingers,
as the compass spun like hips,
as the sky cracked open like a secret—
she sang.
A hymn of salt and surrender,
of Carnival beads lost to the tide,
of lovers who never returned
but always remembered.
She sank with roses in her mouth,
rum on her breath,
and a whisper to the moon:
“I was never yours to keep.”

🌑 Reflection:
This poem is a conjuring of feminine power in the face of disappearance. It flips the narrative of fear—of being swallowed, lost, erased—and replaces it with agency, sensuality, and mythic transformation. In the Triangle, she doesn’t vanish. She becomes legend.
It’s a reminder that surrender isn’t weakness—it’s ritual. That loss can be luscious. That even the sea must listen when a goddess sings.

🌍 Cultural Lens:
The Bermuda Triangle sits between Miami, Bermuda, and Puerto Rico—three points rich with Caribbean and diasporic culture. This piece draws from Carnival traditions, oral storytelling, and the spiritual symbolism of water in Afro-Caribbean cosmology.
In many Caribbean myths, the sea is a portal. A place of rebirth, not just danger. This poem channels that lens—where the feminine divine doesn’t drown, she ascends.

Related Readings:

🌀 Awaken Your Inner Goddess: Prioritize Your Needs
This post is a mirror to La Kyat del Mar’s call. It invites readers to shed shame, embrace desire, and treat self-prioritization as sacred.
Read it here: Awaken Your Inner Goddess
🌊 Too Much Was Never Meant for You
A digital altar of sensuality and self-worth. This post pairs beautifully with the Triangle’s theme of surrender and transformation.
Read it here: Too Much Was Never Meant for You