Siren song

We have not been together for a long time, and the love we held for each other has gone and seeped it’s way back into the earth, but it is alright;
Because I am so good at one thing, and that thing is being alone.

I am a siren, keeping men and women with me like a shawl of the dead, doomed to rot with me until the end of everything, the ending of earth herself.
You told me that you want me, and that it doesn’t have to be labeled, but how could it be anything like what we’d had before?

I would have carved you out of my rib, flesh and all; had you asked me to.
I would have washed your feet, cleansed them like Mary had done to a young man so long ago.
But instead, you have left me here; cold and alone, doomed to live in a sunken Red Sea.

You are not the same either; you are older, and the light I once adored behind your eyes has gone missing, and the smile that always danced across your lips has gone too.
I am the best of them all, at being alone;
Because when you are alone, no one can hurt you.

But even now, I would carve you from beneath my breast, from the ribs inside of my skin; if it meant to be happy again, If you asked it of me, I’d do it all again.
It is a fools dream, though.
As if I wasn’t going to die a cursed, mad woman anyways.