Siren has risen

She heard a knock at her door. She ignored it. She moved past the door and rebuilt her life.

Years passed, walls reinforced and she felt stronger. Desires are long buried like secrets in the night. Sunrises, sunsets, and time erased every trace he left behind.

Again, there’s a knock at her door. Ignored.

A longing danced about her peripheral and thoughts formed, heat rose, heart raced…another knock at her door. She clenched her hands into fists as a ticklish sensation stirred

Another knock, her toes curled and her breath became a pant. Desire bloomed and she crossed her legs. She pressed her head hard into the headrest of her chair. She was inflamed and she closed her eyes and raised her hands to her ears to block out the sound.

Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock…

She screamed, “GO AWAY!”

She could take it no more, she sprang from her chair and crossed the room to the door and jerked it open.

He stood in shock at the changes he saw. She was older but the flushed skin glistened, and her green eyes smoldered, the last thing he expected happened.

She reached for him and pulled him close and crushed her lips to his and he lost his sight and sound. She was his whole world and he was a fool to have left her. Caution was lost on the floor as clothes were shed. She pushed him roughly onto her bed, he stared at the most beautiful being on this Earth, his Siren.

He tried to speak, but he felt the cold tight cuffs she locked, “Siren has risen, we can talk tomorrow.”

He died and was born again, again and again.