Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Siren

The girl is like the wind

You can feel her presence 

Can only see her in the wreckage she leaves behind

The boy is like the sun

Warm and bright and lovely

At first, the boy doesn't see her, and when he does, he can't understand how he's never noticed her before

He doesn't know she chose him

He doesn't know that it was already too late

All he knows is that she is here, and she is his

She brings him in

Makes him comfortable

Makes him feel things he's never felt before

Draws him in with arms, woven like a net

Promises him forever with her body

Shows him what forever tastes like on her tongue

Before she rips out his throat

And leaves him to drown.