oh but to be a siren

       seething in rage

       wrought in fury 

       shrieking

pair bonded with my sisters

(the best kind of found family)

luring men to their grisly, measly, well-deserved ends.

i can almost hear it

 

        the siren song, 

        bewitching as nightshade berries

the moss ridden rocks beckon us, 

arms linked, 

 

        we're sea's furies incarnate.

 - "when (we) scream the sea is listening"