Bitter Spectre

**This is a continuation from Sister’s Shade. I did not plan for it to be a continuation but the voices have informed me they have other plans. Again this poem deals with sensitive issues.**

Rage

black tinged gold

crimson blankets silver

molted yellows caress copper

shifting the coins from hand to hand

weight

unconscious of redistributing

subtle stance of defense

noticed not

when their paths did cross.

Sneer

luscious lips

swagger as he walks away

lawyer wearing thousand dollar suit

nary a glance her way.

Stinging

abraded thighs

eyes gloom

stitched to the floor

syllables mono when they came.

No one made the connection.

No one ever would.

Still

her sister’s Shade hissed

coiling around her heart

wrapping talons in her mind

settling over her

cold death sweater

her fury left undone.

Tears collect

unbidden

unfallen

diamonds in the sky

sudden retching

voiceless howl to the moon.

Voices collect

nightmares sinking into her psyche.

Doctors in.

Doctors out.

No privacy.

Words driven into questions

hang in the air

waited upon the words

hanging unspoken on her lips

her desire to speak

driven away by the black angst

her revenge still not done.

Cold shadows gather

huddle in the corners

drool pooling beneath

striking barbs

they await.

©August 27/18

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