Silent Siren

I sent you down the river,
arms crossed over your chest,
peaceful;
stood guard on that rock like a siren
using the absence of song
to push you further away.
And when the townspeople called me murderer,
I smiled;
lips full and red like a wolf eating her prey;
I smiled in a way
I knew you would’ve loved.
Brother, how I miss you.
How I still haunt the forest, barefoot,
and howling my grief to the moon;
how you swore you’d come home soon
to lick your fangs with me –
but I cannot sing you back to my side.
Believe me, I’ve tried.
It’s only ever me and this damn rock.

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