Siren Song
Accompanied with this poem is artwork created by the poet herself.
and your hand becomes Crocodile
trapping the undeserved
i leave
with the Salt staining your Tongue
aching
and you’re calling me about your girlfriend
she’s mocking you,
reminder of all the wrongs you committed
you want to leave
but the salt wounds her too
neither of you know how to flesh it out
i am purgatory
and we’re sitting in your bed
your laughter fills the room in a way that i wish the Tension didn’t exist
we ignore too well
like ocean begging us to say hello again
i Plead date me-
my favorite regular says
Any girl who would have asked me out First
would have been Instantly dated
and i wonder why i am good enough for Everyone but you-
and we’re sitting on the beach
collecting sea shells
whatever the ocean deems us worthy of keeping
you dive in
and i wonder how we got here
how i let your salt into my open wound
i ache for the way the ocean tells me
Leave
i wish i listened to the conch shell
when it whispered
He is Poseidon
you are medusa
and i saw your ghost the other day
in the bathtub
and i cried
old Salt resurfaced
stuck between the crease of my thigh
no matter how hard i scrub i cannot rid myself of you
i am washing the salt off
cleansing myself of You
for the last time.
and i understood the water
when it decided to leave the shore
stopped kissing it and slowly Retreat.