Shape-Shifting Siren

Shape-Shifting Siren

I truly can’t decipher anymore

the gaze I meet in the mirror—

what my heartbeat is beating for,

nor what it would die for.

A holy hole in my chest,

cracking through my eyes—

mistaken for life and joy,

while it’s only the shimmer of drowning,

broken pearls slipping down my cheeks.

Wobbling every step I take,

left or right—

I don’t know anymore

what this heart is aiming for.

I truly can’t decipher anymore.

I’ve lost the meaning of this gaze,

its intentions dragged through too many—

nets

that cling like whispers,

nets that swallow whole,

wide enough to lose myself in,

small enough to choke every breath.

I shape-shifted to slip through them all,

bending, breaking, becoming—

yet still

too weak

to escape

my own sailor traps.