Death's Bride

Mother Mercy
Have pity on me
Her bones are charred
Teeth still shining
Eyes glimmer with
The hint of shadows
Playing hide and seek.
Screeching to
The ballad of
Insanity
And its lover
Delusion.
Her hair is ink
Sticking to skin
Burning like acid
Dirt caked beneath
And around
Fingernails
Clawing at the sides
Of empty space.
She casts stones
Eats sticks
For breakfast
Lunch and supper.
Her arms thrashing
Legs kicking
Spasms of
Confusion from
Others' precise decisions.
It boils down
And perspires
Into a fog of
Seduction
And instant lust.