A #tbt poem - Sirens

Time for the first #throwbackThursday of the year. 

Writing poetry has always helped me pull out the weird voice in my head and give it a good talking to. The sticky thoughts that clog up my daily routine are easier dealt with on paper.

My mind likes to find a rhyme, the rhythm of poetry synchronises with my thoughts and it’s something I’ve always felt in tune with... no matter what anyone else thinks, I love poetry.

And I’ll never forget the creative writing teacher who told me poetry was just not for me... it always reminds me that you can’t let anyone else define you. Be who you want to be, live how you want to live. You get to make your own rules, and only you can bend them.

Sirens

Her ghoulish teeth dripped with spit 
Sharpened claws caked with grit
And still, she approaches
And still, you allow it

Her mouth expels hate and bile 
Foul sounds behind a smile
And still, she approaches
And still, you allow it

Broken bones inside your ears
From screeches filled with tears
And still, she approaches
And still, you allow it

Crawling out from depths below
Cat like eyes pierce and glow 
And then, she encroaches
And still, you don’t see it

She takes a whiff, just a sniff
Of your eau de corps stiff
And then, she encroaches
And still, you don’t see it

Her eyes spoke untold torture
Yet you chose to fuck her
And then, she encroaches
And still, you don’t see it

Her hands plunge into your chest
You’ll now find eternal rest
And now, bon appétit
But still, she needs to eat

A meaty bite your heart did serve
Feel that last dying nerve
And now, bon appétit
But still, she needs to eat

You refused to despise her
Just an appetizer
And now, bon appétit
But still, she needs to eat

J'ai bien mangé mon petit chéri
Merci  pour votre offre
Mais je dois partir
Merci, et bonne nuit

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