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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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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