Alone

This intricate dance we have.

Ten steps back for every one forward.

When it comes to our hearts,

to our fears.

You pull me close

whispering tenderness in my hair,

making my heart weep

for I know that this shall not last.

With certainty you will break before me.

Cold remorse and steel tears

as you tell me that it cannot be done;

that my shadows are too much.

You think that I know this not?

I have lived with these inky images

wrapped around my soul

for eternity without reprieve.

As you kneel before me,

my hands in your hair,

your weeping so soft

the barest of sound that I cannot hear.

The shadows have won.

For once more I am alone.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

Oct. 21 2017

Broken Cupid

Feral eyes glittering

claws sharp and deadly

she stalks through the night.

Scavenger of broken dreams

looting and thieving what she wants,

lust and loss her domain.

Struggles all around her

ignored for blood thirst.

A revenge that sings to her soul,

calling to her night and day

pulling her forward into the game.

A game that has been in play for eons.

Poised and coiled deadly beauty

a serpent ready to strike.

She takes aim with fatal precision

and boldly strikes at your heart.

Her weapon of choice?

A barbed arrow.

Coated with not love and adoration

but bitterness and strife.

Her desire not to pleasure

but to destroy

for all the harm done to her.

Centuries have passed

and still she rides,

seeking, forever searching.

A broken cupid who has lost her reason,

her life,

and finally her sanity.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

October 21/17