From harpy to siren

After a shimmy
(or three)
and a scream
into a blazing sunset,
she broke something
within-
something that held her
in check
for too long.

She found a song
falling from her lips;
it was woven
of raptors and prey,
cracked shells,
clouds and wind.

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