Dear Whisper,
You: scared silhouette of voice
Gasp where rasping almost
Pushed flush against the space
Of concave palms, the place
Where dizzy hymns beat
Battered wings against
Unholy, time-tugged skin.
Color trapped under
Slapping hands, breath
Ricochet off teeth
Hissing thin as smoke
Thin as pursed lips
As no-nail fingers
Scraping over sunburned
Skin. Grow up.
Hurl yourself in rain
Drag your sodden limbs
Through some sunburst's
Old, oily residue
Drap yourself in tune
And catch a melody
To lure them in with.
Love,
Siren
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