Aug 7, 2016
The day I was born a siren spoke for the first time, she said you will send them all to us with their heads still on. She told me I was a language ready to be learned. A nest of folklore that has gathered itself for the girl children. A pirate ship: the crew, the jewels, the dead things. The sea air bloated with its own salt The hot laughing rum. Its tears. The walking of the plank. The anchors made of shark teeth and mirrors.
Siaara Freeman, “Urban Girl & the Origin Story,” published in Milk Journal (via mythaelogy)
