She catches her breath as still as death
A taste eternally plaguing her tongue
Toxic hunger burning with solitude
Squandering love and remembered delusion
Claws that leave behind broken flesh
And malicious, shattered soul
Agile, sparkling shards of what was
And will never be again
In resurrection she sees a tainted past
Of fragile, immaculate submission
Wandering through lustful, nettled paths
Feeling the pulsing aneurism, relentless
Promising, tempting her to bite
In fulfilling that greed, the forest will stir
Rough, heartless flora entwining her need
Nothing left but to twist and shake within
her sick, sold-out memories
She now has a will to face her beast
To drive her own claws into his soul
Enslaving him forever, watching him
Daring him, her ripped bodice a sacred sign
Wearing it eternally in defiant torment
THIS is the delicious price of SIN.
~ Copyright Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2008
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