don't read it too closely
i am the witch, the bewitched, the siren and the sailor.
i will read and lick my fingers clean of ink,
spit it back into the sink like confession.
leave the book open like a wound.
I don’t learn lessons; I only repeat them louder.
sleeping with the light on and calling it clarity.
some nights I am all appetite, no name for it. jane doe
some nights I am just a pretty mouth muttering nonsense
i’m trying to be good the way the storm tries to be the rain.
The flow. The feeling. The wordplay blended nicely. Thanks for the read. It has vibe.
Ending line made me go 😮 . resonant & written so lovely as always