she beckons them close to the river
her elbows rest on the bank
her hair, indistinguishable
from the thin river reeds
and the cool water
her mouth and cheeks
are rosy with the dawn
she is just another pretty girl
to grace the surface of the water
like the others
that sit along the dock
brushing their mossy hair
and flashing their sunny smiles.
but when the people come near
when she cups her hand
over her mouth and leans close
as if to whisper a delicious secret
her white hands grasp their necks
till they can no longer breathe
she drags them beneath the surface
and picks apart their insides
with immaculate fingers.
the river surface
is stained with blood.
// OF MISPLACED SIRENS AND POISONOUS GIRLS.
