Maria Lopez
Siren Song
Brittle as oyster shells she rises
A nightmare, skin slick.
Pitched to your ear she strains the air discordant.
Barbed eye trawls dark night waters
Beached, by your hull, I cry…
but why are you swimming?
Her tongue forks like yours
licking fresh wounds with salt.
On jagged rocks waves writhe, swell, splice –
She spreads her wings bare –
takes flight
Dragged back into your embrace
the rewind of sea on loose shale
your chill, spilling around my feet
beyond reach
I stand still.
I stand still.