Pale Death (A Victim’s Song)

Tickity tock

listen to the clock

they should have locked me away.

Instead

forgiveness and meds

put back onto the street

with promises to never harm again.

Did they really believe I would stay true?

Words forced from sugared lips

saccharine

forced down with lemon and honey

head down

fingers crossed

oh look they are showing me the door.

Did they think I had forgotten my promises?

Shadows flow away

skipping through nighted streets

blinded by the man in the moon

my dancing desires racing.

Finger nails on chalk.

Thickened blood cakes scarlet talons

stabbing with disdain

licking fingers

I am coming home

on that you can depend.

Sodom and Gomorrah

wide open at my feet

terror streaked stone

copper and gold intertwined

Death’s desire

I watch with pleasant feat.

Shrill alarms

harridan loud

demented giggle

as I peer through the window

for this shall be your demise.

©August 11/19

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