Her gaze, owned by shattered irises,
Drowning in silent, stormy eyes,
Draws you into her shipwrecked heart.
The collar bones of a dented prow,
Flattened and swallowed by flesh,
Strain to break free of clinging skin.
But don’t come near; don’t be fooled by
The twisted smile of an anchored dimple.
The shards of her broken, marooned love
Could pierce your soul in a heartbeat.
A siren in mourning can still maim,
The softness of her defeat is unyielding.