Stalked....followed
Through the dimly lit streets and alley ways
A mask to hide the cunning, a sheep to hide the wolf
stalked...followed.
He remembers
The fragile spun gold embedded into thin threads
the glimmer of her ebony hallow eyes
he thin bone fingers spindly weaving her web together, her music notes flowing across the keys
the stiff broken smile, plastered forever upon her simpering lips.
Cradled forever in my embrace
I love her, even after they found me.
soaked from femur to labium in her cosmic serum
her crimson sap of life
Pace and sit....pace and sit
I am barred, forever bound or so they think.
...the bars on the window...again her white bone spindly fingers.
freeze dried polar core, tranquil and emaciated
She is not gone.
I love her, and even though they see me,
I still can smell and see the fragile spun gold
bathed in a heavenly crown
of scarlet gore.
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