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Siren

Created Thursday 24 June 2021

The envenomed succubus. The drowning siren.
Not because she's particularly attractive (if you need to know: On a typical subway car, she'd be better than average but probably not the best), not certainly skilled at seduction. It's simply her intense hunger that you both know only you may be able to sate between pangs. That, well, that she's now being called an alpha female in her clan. That she knows damned well how hard it would be to move, but she is so deperate to leave it all behind---even that which she cannot cleanse herself of (including her offspring from a previous attempt)---that she will gladly and surely cling to you for the rest of your life. And, yes, you can be sure of that this early on because she makes that clear. Well, as clearly as she sees anything because she is pretty focused on a few things right now. And nearly all of them are you.
And why would you? The taste of the crazed is sweet.

I never found love on the dance floor,
but I did find something more.
I'm just glad I knew when to run.
And run you must, for those who tire never leave
And it is a beautiful fire to run from---from the intense heat into the impoverished cold of my home (I was abjectly poor)
But oh what a time of life
and what suite of flavors
And to be grasped at by them again---when your own flame starts to flicker---
And know you can't run from anything forever (and soon nothing ever)
There is a sweet temptation to stirsthe embers this once more
And let lay on it whatever wishes its sacrifise


Prepare all your life for Death's arrival, and It will come in peace.

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