i don’t want to believe her,
yet
i crave her poison
sweet sweet
poison.
teeth sink-
into my lips
blood gushes-
to the surface-
immobilized
in her gaze.
her talons rake
my skull-
gods were warned
to flee:
her quarry
pinned
gasping
for her
she moans
her verse
shrouded
in silver mist
ropes strung high
and
low-
a huntress
stalking
& i
in her arrows
tip
Saint's Muse 