What can I say it provoked me.
The smokey black slithered with sultry grace
passed all my carefully placed defenses.

Humor me, it spoke
caressing the ear.

I watched the glow of it's single eye
searching my mind
The black became a tether
knotting, choking.

What can I say I did nothing,
little lamb laid to the slaughter.

I remember it choking, the smokey black.

Like a raven haired lover,
A mistress of shadow wills my curiosity
In that moment, lost to the movement
I would or could never return.

Pinned to obsession
staggering the lines of possession
A rebel's tango begins
the staccato steps to be my end.

Washed ashore a mile away
the blackened puddle floats
immortal flame.

The slow heavy liquid, drizzled syrup-like
to stain the white.

Edge along the oil spill
A wave of polluted air inhaled
A trial of sadness poured
Muddied hands slick with more

The grime covering my mind, withers into the rain, bringing clouds of grey to walk the streets of stonework, hovering steadily.

Looking up at the stacked windows, the glow of home decorates the shadows with waltzing patterns.

I hide from the foggy blackness beneath my red umbrella.
The fabric canopy lives to keep me dry and loved.