She is mine
Eyes sucked like a vacuum across the candlelit room
filled with the cloying scent of her perfume.
She stole my voice before I had the chance to say
your love is poison in the blackest of ways.
Lips moved in crimson-colored synchronicity
urging my unlawful form into her vicinity.
Nothing I saw that night
or since
had ever turned my hair as white
as when
she played in the blood
of my enemies
singing softly
to
me.
Joy4no1
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