Siren's Ballad Poem by aya l

Siren's Ballad



perhaps
it does not matter
how acidic
or alkaline
we are
so long as
some form of blood
courses through
our veins,
she whispers.
mine is ambrosia,
and yours is
crimson
as a pomegranate pod.

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