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.