My ramblings....

Demon Lady

With your slender fingers
You grasp the throat

What for?
To take your own air back?

Your diamond encrusted knuckles
Are white, for lack of blood
Turning blue
To the shoulder blades
And reaching to the face
You become cold

Your husband, mother, sister
Told us you were infallible in your tactics

For what?
A gain of sainthood
In a hellhole monastary?

And still, a pale face
Pretty and twisted
From paled to ferocious
When all it's killings are surreptitiously commited
Strings of hair un-wetted
Body unwemmed
Still all that stirs inside is an atrocity
How you presume to decieve
Well you do, daily you do

posted by Unknown @ 8:53 AM