poem: siren

her chest unfolded, a puzzle

(made no more logical by the time of its solving) / orchids, and lily-petals tumbling from nowhere, and everywhere, and trembling against

the frantic, fevered beating of her heart / soft, naked – the muscle, wet – a wicked, unforgivable red – a scarlet, tantalising / and a taste of it undid

you, as if

you had never been

at all.

– talia b. ; @raggedhearts

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