crystalline locks and light
blue eyes . she's a sorceress
in disguise . slender willowy
as a wraith . you will suffer
her icy wrath . you'll see
your breath as you draw
near . then suddenly
she'll disappear . her
ice sculpture draws
you in . you're a moth
to her cold flame
' round her castle
there's a moat
in its floes
is where
you float
she's never
good she's
never true
she will
laugh
when
you
turn
blue
you
won't
care
you
can't
restore
frozen
solid
e
v
e
r

m

o

r

e

---

hair as flame
an avid dream
skin as white
and
rich
as
cream

dress slit
up the side
for show
eyes
as
green
as
peridot

lacquered nails
a ****** red
she grows
on you
until
you're
dead

once she wraps
you in her vine
once your
heart
is so
entwined

she'll make you shake
she'll make you twitch
she'll make you burn
she'll make you itch

once she has
you as her own
she'll wind
her
tendrils
'round
your
bones

no calamine
will assuage
she will
wind
her
vine
'round
your ribcage

no amount of love
will sate
in the
end
you'll
suffocate

but before that
she'll send a strain
of poison ivy
to your
brain

it will torture
burn like lye
you suffer
hell
and
then
you'll

die


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/15/2014

skin
tight suit • lush
but lean • soot lashed
    \/\/    eyes of acid green
               amber flesh
       of porcelain
jet black hair
a raven's wing        
turned up nose      
pouting lips •      
you pour a glass
        you take a sip
               purest poison
                   in her flask •••
                         all you have to
                    do is ask • she
           sidles up • her
arts are black •
sparks fly as she      
shreds your back              
she's a mamma •                
she's a pet • but              
she's a snake, so
  don't forget •••
             she'll make you
                 shiver • make you
              shake • then waits
       for the bite to take
once the woman's
sunk a fang • you    
won't remember
          where you began
                         everything
                              becomes a
                     blur • then
           your soul
is truly hers
as the flames    
go higher              
and higher                
she slithers        
round your
         funeral pyre
      you're so
protective    
and so proud          
but your sheets                
become your                      
shroud •                  
they find    
          you lying
               in your
       bed
mamba
bites          
and    
   you
   are
      D
    E
A
D

your little fingers wrapped around mine, and little toes peeking out from the blankets covering us. in this moment nothing matters more than what cartoon is coming on next, and how many nuggets you have left. between each yawn you rub your eyes and i can tell sleep is taking over your small body. you've had a big day, and tomorrow holds more. you whisper you love me and tell me you are ready, and i watch your eyes close for the night, my sweet sweet baby.