they sing sweet nothings

to me like a lullaby || song of the siren

This haiku set is based on a prompt from a creative writing session through my trauma program, and it is loosely inspired by The Journey by Mary Oliver. As always, thank you for being here.

my intuition
was quiet, silent, buried
underneath the ground

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i guess i should say
she had been buried alive
by all the others

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enveloped by dirt
screaming through the thinnest straw
of her aliveness

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dissonant whispers
working hard to drown her out
to assert themselves

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they sing sweet nothings
to me like a lullaby
song of the siren

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call of the harpy
meant to lure me off my path
in favor of theirs

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but i’ve a keen ear
for the weeping willow’s cry
the broken bird’s call

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the need for rescue
bubbles up within my bones
and i go running

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so although it took
being brought to the brink, perched
on the precipice

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i have pulled her back
from the edge, into my chest
lips pressed against ears

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the two of us heave
i hear you, and we say it
’til we believe it