In the darkness she comes to melt,
surge into cool shadows
and be at one with them.

But they cannot allow her to dissolve into the abyss,
they grab and clench their angry fists
at how beautiful she longed to be
and was,
but did not know.

She faulters in her black waves of mutilation
cutting strands of hair that cross her path.

the floor becomes her death bed,
awaiting to crumble and swallow her into the milky world of her iris.
They're coming for you. Her.

Can't control the grotesque feel of their lips upon her shoulder,
they smoulder
and smother.