Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Inhabited

He finds she lingers

like woodsmoke on a winter’s night

a scent at once pleasing

pungent, with memories he pulls close

remembrance sinking its claws in

deep, hunger for another taste

taking hold

he awaits the rush of blood to his head

a feral assault on his senses

that will leave him aching

inhabited

by the traces she leaves behind

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