Lorelai

I’m throwing ships out of the sea, bowing them down to submission; they could be free if only they would repent. What does it take for the sea to erode mistakes? Notches and stitches find their way through, dissolving me into destitution. History will make me a siren, a witch of the water, calling out only to destroy. But history forgets how a woman can hurt, cut to pieces by men who always look back twice but only kiss you once. Who will hear the desperation in my voice? Who will break through the waves and find me shivering at the precipice? I will echo through time with the hopes of discovery. I’ve been blamed for damages that I have not caused. Why else would I ravage through broken singsong? A whisper would be lost in the ocean, and I am trying my best to be heard.