***This is fourth in the story poem I am writing. Previous poems are linked here:
Sensual
sexual
I leave men in my wake
each one salivating
for a simple glance.
Ashes follow
drifting to the ground
scorched lives
burnt
offerings to the gods
who grant me this power I have.
I move through the night
sliding through darkness
appearing behind your back
feel my lips
upon your neck
while I find your pulse.
This here…
this is why Jane hides away.
Only I have the hatred
courage
bravado
to rip their throats
in a spray of blood
silent screams
split smile
as I take our revenge.
Sept. 7/18
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