siren song

Hands drawn to your eyes

Sobs wrenching themselves from your throat

Guttural noises that sound as if they clawed their way from your lungs

From the pits of hell to the surface where they do not belong.

Shaking, under the red glare of the stoplight on the windshield

As your mom drives you away from the party that shook you from your fantasies

That every ship was smooth sailing.

Really, it was all a siren song,

A monster’s melodic call

To draw you in

Before sinking the very ship you stood on,

In a whirl of isolation and exclusion.

The sound had dripped of honey,

Distracting so you did not see the wretched teeth that belonged to that oh-so-lovely voice.