The Act

Blood-stained tears

A non-consensual act

Leaving her brandishing a new body

The siren sounded when his hands touched her

Now

The siren keeps him away

Waves of trauma and paranoia

Forever haunting her

It wasn’t her fault

To be preyed on twice

Makes her more aware

That the siren is there

This filthy act

Made her isolate and void 

Not once, but twice

A private room

And

A restraining order

Talking about it hurts too much

But maybe

Talking about it will prevent it 

The siren sounds when he is near

The siren sounds,

And he will disappear