Siren Song by Kendra Whitfield

Whiskey and fire force memory’s shadow

Far from the threshold of my

Mind.

Amber promise soothes from the inside out;

I feel the burn but not the

Pain.

Flickering flashes beckon me to frenzy

With crooked fingers of

Flame

Until all that is left of Light Is a white-hot,

Blood-hearted ember on which to roast my

Shame.

Kendra Whitfield lives and writes on the southern edge of the Northern Boreal Forest.  When not writing, she can be found basking in sunbeams on the deck, or swimming laps at the local pool.  Her work appears in the forthcoming anthology, We Were Not Alone (Community Building Art Works, November 2021).