Impiety

Impiety

 

Spring in your step
and a smile on
your face.

 

Blood on one hand
and a bottle in the other.
Soiled knife in one pocket,
a gun in the other.

 

Killer.

You heard her screams
and only sought
to make them louder yet.

 

Your eyes hold the blackest of
blacks, and

your skin the softest of silks.

 

…but around your neck
you wear the cross
with a dash of blood
and none of soul.

                     -Jenn XXXX