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Siren Song by Leisel Brex
She whispers melancholy like
rolling fog from your kettle
Her spirit patters through an abyss
of horned wings
and blind feathers
Tumbling over heaps of salt grain knolls softened
with frankincense
and stardust
Nurturing roots—meandering through channels
of your arteries
curling up your windpipe
weaving a crown upon your spirals
of Neptune
Her song turns pages
on the binding of your rib cage
beaming out
towards the foils of humanity
with lightning and
handkerchiefs
to catch your sorrow while
stirring serenity with
her hush.