I Am at a River

I am at a river

It knows my name

Its familiar oily surface

Forever perfect for hiding decay

 

Sirens whisper songs

From former glory days

Mocking and sweet

Enticing me to drown in sonic waves

 

The current is cruel

In mirror-like ways

It is ruthless and bold

Until it breaks for morning rain

 

Lights twinkle and dance

On the blanket near this bank

The river screams a too-bright moon

Back into my face

 

Reflections denied entry

For being so daringly bright

They do not belong to the river

I cannot see my face tonight

 

I am at a river

It knows my name

Dazzling serenity, cold and insane

Scaly sisters tonight have won their game

 

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