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The Anatomy of a Siren

Nashitah Chowdhury

Decorative Green Leaf with pink stem

she slithered into my veins,

piercing every illuminous thought that ever conceived in my mind

but she's just a girl — thought

while storms rumbled inside her dilated pupils

tying little knots of misery around my ribs

she's just a girl

danger can only loom if i let it

yet her voice trembles every corridor of my heart

a hushed melody sinking every truth down my spine

she's just a—

"you can use my skin to bury all your grief in my love,"

i say with the lingering defeat stuck in my throat

her lips melted into salt-water

it's a trap; it's a trap

let this trance last forever—

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