Bitter SweetSitting idly on a faded couch,
She parts her full lips, a gleam of desire sits in her aquamarine eyes.
Sipping from a chipped teacup, a china chalice, all that's left of her past.
Her legs cross, uncross repeatedly, she won't sit still, high black heels click clacking.
Late noon sun, streams through into her forgotten paradise, dust motes soar free on the draft from
the bay window with its rotting Venetian blinds.
A bedraggled old thing, perhaps once a cat sits purring in her lap, content.
Discoloured silver earrings hang from aged ears, and tinkle in the faint breeze.
Her once well fitting salmon drapery of a dress hangs from skeletal limbs,
And her heart grows weak with rust, but still pitter-patters in the silence.
She rises, bones creaking. "It's time to change the story." she whispers to herself.....
Dark AngelShe crossed my line of vision like a shadow of death slowly creeping forward to snatch my last breath,
Her poison red lips were like a drop of warm blood on the vampiric skin of the cold snow,
Her eyes were like pools of raven black ink yet seemed to gleam with phosphorescent magic and love,
She suddenly reached out and grabbed my arm in a vice-like grip, but somehow it didn't hurt, even as blood welled forth it felt as pleasant as the cool
breeze when it brushes against your cheek.
"Be mine" she whispered....
dark angel part 2The drops of blood scattered themselves across the icy surface of the snow, and shone there like
crimson tears, frozen and timeless as if inside glass prisons, engulfed for eternity...
She was taking over me, I could feel my pulse quickening and the barriers around my heart
shattering, too weak to withstand the force of her longing and desire.
The icy claws of her cold love dug themselves deeper through my being, every cell screaming out
with a wild combination of red hot daggers of pain and the icy chill of her cold fingertips dancing
up my back...
to be continued