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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Girl In Black


I am the girl in black
I wrap myself in blind heartbreak
thick and dark as pitch
The people have branded me
a witch of sorts
What facile assumption!
I, my dear, am a werewolf

I have no need for spells
or dolls with pins
I have claws more caustic
than a scorpion's sting
Teeth that tear through flesh
easy as butter

Men fear me
I am blood
and bite
I am tides
and howling at the moon
They hunt
what they can not understand
or possess

Are you afraid?
Come a little closer
Can you detect my scent?
I wear my blood like perfume
It is quite enticing
once you get past the gore

I know what you're thinking
"She'd be wild in bed"
Well, come lay with me
and I'll show you wild
I will devour you
Savor your taste
on my tongue
and lick my lips 
when I am finished.

submitted for Magpie Tales Mag 278
and The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 207
and Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Tuesday Platform