As The Sirens Scream

As the sirens scream,

A windchime permeates their deafening cry.

The blue lights beckon closer, a rising tide,

What once seemed solid, now a mere sandcastle, trapped, awaiting it’s erosion as the pair collide.

A sharp breathe in, the cold air feels thin,

Imagining postcards on bare grey walls, postcards of places you’ve never been.

A slow exhale,

The world fades away,

A swift movement to un-cock hammers the final coffin nail.

As the sirens scream,

A final rush of adrenaline makes a river where was a bloodstream.

This life shall not end inside a cage,

A defending bang, finality for the wild-eyed, who chose over bending to stiffen inside the grave.

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This is an entry for Poppy's Prompts #2, attempting to use all 5 of the word prompts in the same poem. (Sirens, Wind Chimes, Sandcastles, Postcard, Grave.) You can find a link to the challenge embedded below.