You stripped me raw with the lashings of your words. A howling banshee if one was ever heard. Your claws around my heart picking at the carcass, while I wept in the hold of your caress.
I’ve seen men die, I’ve seen worlds burn, but I had never seen such a devil as you. Skin innocent and white, a poker face few saw through.
Now I lay on this curb, staring at the stars, discarded torso, scattered limbs, but how I hold on to the memory of our sins. As you flew away did you think you have won, do you shed tears in the shadows of the sun.
D March 2017