Femme Fatale

I may have known
the seductive song
but now rags
of shriveling skin
deceive my body
another clump of hair
clogs the drain
and I’m a siren
singing in water
trying to drown
my cracking voice
I wobble
with lascivious
contortions
ankle deep
on this island
with only a flimsy
curtain of days
to keep me
from crossing
the sea