Siren Song This Way

I often hear it pierce through everything
that bouncing glitter of your voice
against the pane of slumping glass
see the black clouds beyond it
the splits of coiled rope lighting
high and shattering the place
feel the shuddering thunder
believe those precious stepping stones
beckon amid the storming violence
that rolling gray water where you wait
beneath the rain stabbed surface
for me to make the choice
to come to you
and hide us two

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Aloha #WriterMonday, I hope you had a safe and restful weekend. Today’s #WritingPrompt is


I would love to read what you write : )

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