Siren Call by Elle Vue

   If I had the opportunity to kiss you again I would say, “No, I can’t. My love for you was a hollow scream and I do not have a hollow soul. My mesh t-shirt was meant to show you my bleeding heart, not satiate the luring consumption you desired.  I didn’t know any better back then, I didn’t understand that if you loved me back you wouldn’t consume me whole in flimsy falsettos. But no, I can’t kiss you one last time, I’d spiral completely into your oceanic abyss again. I’ve opened the sail of my ship to take me with the wind, or at least I’m trying to.”

Published by ellevue

My name is Elle Vue, I am 23 years old, and I have a BA in English Writing from Loyola University New Orleans. In my free time I am an avid reader of 16th & 19th century literature, Greek classics, 1920s novels, and all philosophy. I also enjoy ballet, French, fashion, and painting (though I am not a great painter).

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