Upon her lips a cross nestled between
Tooth
&
Tongue,
Burning so slightly.
Flesh and bone blackened by
Twenty one carrot gold.
She liked the feeling of purity burning
At her fibre.
Tasting purity is what she claimed,
Bodies laid to rest, life was a shadow
That had faded.
The cross was a message as
Flesh picked out,
A twenty one carrot tooth pick
She is the empty vessel,
No  love,
No  feelings,
No  heart
But what thrives is the darkness
For she will bleed you to a last breath,
Then smile as she takes the life that is left.