Step Monster

How can a woman be so cold?

As if a demon swept up her soul

took it away to the hollows beneath

kept it in stomach, held as a feast.

This wicked, she stands 

a mosquitoed mouth

burrowed in victims

swallowing shouts.

Holds no mercy

to the truest believer

crushes their will

as they stand just beneath her.

Will no morning come? Will no victim rise?

To cast her down through photographer's eyes.

to gaze then, upon her

to show her what's what

may no glory save us

from this feminine smut?

May no warmth become her?

A bottle, a pen...

This script will destroy her

killing her, then.

Taking her life to a solid end.