She hears fog coughing in the dark splinters of her mind, It lingers and prowls on the edge of her haunted eyes, The sharp crack of her bones screams through the night, Her bruised silken skin drips with love’s betrayed blood.
He snakes into her soul and leaves the venom of his passion...
The night howls with each of her swollen sighs, A silhouette of a rising nightmare fists into her face, Her nose shatters into fragments from a story still untold, The tongue inside her mouth drowns in warm blood.
He is the nightmare from which she will never again wake...
The romantic room growls and scratches her with impatience, The white sheet crawls up her legs and wraps around her neck, Her lipstick leaks down her cheeks and she twitches no more, Outside in the sky of the night the moon bleeds into the clouds.
He smiles and wipes away her dead tears as her soul evaporates...
For Halloween. Instead of the usual fictional and mythical "monsters" that we see at this time of the year, I thought I'd write about real monsters closer to home. It's tragic how some men abuse the power of love and trust. And sadder still that women take the pain and remain silent.