She kept me around

 on her pantry shelf

as she sucked another soul

glibly into her gullet

licking her fingers in feigned innocence

knowing I was there

 in despair


Clean hope was her enemy

It’s fresh scent leads prey off the trail

Into the thriving woods

Up the ridge and away from the bog she tends


Come and sit with me here

On the edge of the foul pond

Sit, chat,

 bear your pain to me

She sang in her siren’s song


Duped, drugged, and so thirsty

 with despair

we all went,

more than once

Letting her pick tidbits off

 for later use

when least expected

at the weakest moment

 Until unable to rise…

One after another,

 Scrabbling for purchase

On the oily rock of her heart


She rose up revealed,


from dark pool of her grief


and as she swallowed them up

There was a moment of unity and calm surrender

A moment of peace,



juicy needs digested

her blinking beacon drones back on

She’s got to have more

to swallow

Even if in madness

She sucks her own tail down her gullet


She was too good at what she did

And ran through her stock of lost ones

Stronger in her desperate desire

She casts her eyes for me



She stalks me through time

From bed

From the grave

From the mirror

But I dodge

 and weave

 and pray

slip away

into the now-day

And this time,

Her web comes up empty


Soon your phantom bat-wings will shake and juggle

No more