Death’s Dame

Bored
vapid eyes
tap tap
phone holds attention
picture
text
quick like
social media
sucked in
appearances can deceive.
Full 
slick
ruby red lips
voluptuous 
clinging 
siren dress
stilletos
matching lips
black abyss 
upon bottom
sneer
crossing legs
drawing men’s gaze
oh so simple
gaining access.
Old men’s game
sipping ages old 
gorging on elegant past
egos bloated 
syphilis demented
entrenched 
religious ideals
while in the corner
death demurely waits.
Passions rise.
Sweat 
creases foreheads
runs from jowls bled
grasping straws
breath soon fading
squabbles disdained
watching with dispassion
each
does
drop 
until 
one raises feeble hand.
Phone is down.
Gun is drawn.
Last one sighted
deep breath 
squeeze
bye bye 
all are now dead.
 
©Oct. 2/20
Picture via Pinterest

Bought & Sold

Courtesan
placed on stage
touted
lauded
as the best
simper
green eyes batting
shrewd smile
dangerous grin
hidden.
I know how to play
game of fans
a master
or should I say mistress
they will pay.
Bought
paid
sold
time
again
from tender child
bitter teen
vengeful woman
devil deal
it is coming.
Lightening flares
thunder claps
shuddering
sudden silence following
a roaring rush
voice calling
Introducing Angel Lust.
Newest to the stage.
A venerable plaything.
A toy.
Let the bidding begin.
Shall we say…..
$100,000.00′
©Aug. 1/20
Picture via Pinterest.