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