Slow Waltz

Crimson streaks

splashed across the mirrors

pulsing

flashing

calling to arms

the dead and waiting.

Overdoses and murders

suicides and rapes

we await

we dream

of a time when we shall reap.

Moving through crowds of uncaring

stalking through shadows

staining the souls

of those without.

Copper hued threads

spattered

unseen

mark you as my tormentor.

I screamed

I fought

I lost to you

the reality of this world.

I creep along the blackest alleys

toiling on hands and knees

peering feral

waiting to appease.

My hunger.

Your pleasure.

My malevolence.

Your desire.

Twined….

Unparted….

locked forever

in a slow waltz

through the halls of hell.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen