When The Prey Becomes The Predator~

Bleeding emeralds from her eyes

she hobbled his unstable salvation with a kiss

full of sharp teeth

dug her fists into the irresponsibility of his past

pulled his beating pulse

into the cheap modesty

of a servile future

drenched in white pages

lace sleeves edged in blood

 

She came in fury

pierced through with virtuous style

the gun like sleek love against the small of her back

tucked into her hip huggers

his hopeless surrendering over blackjack in the bend

of the table

ironic;

she licked the salt off the rim of the martini glass

her inclination

of hip against his thighs

binding the broken arches of his age

into the masterpiece of her fragrant seduction

 

When she stood at the tower window

his thorns embedded in her tongue

she was a child

lost in bitter waves of men without remorse

sickness edging silver rose bouquets they'd lay

at her tiny feet

before they took her cheek and pressed its angel softness

against their fever lips

while, confused

she pulled back into a tulip flame

and mourned her skin from behind the sun

 

When she walked budding ghost thickets through Manhattan

men wove their quick, cool hands through the golden locks of her hair

and her nightdress

as she stood apart from the world

unwilling mistress

thrashing against cords of silk

as the gypsy songs deepened her into surrender

and he pressed his metal knife against her throat

an animalistic prelude

to a trip to the cafe

where she gently struck the spoon against the china cup

shattering her body into bridal judgments

the container of cream upended and covering her thighs;

he laughed

the sound like a stunned etching at the base of her spinal cord

 

She walks an atmosphere of violence

judges from the other side

her romance with tears long gone

the scarlet of their sins paralyzed against her voluptuous needs

she moves into them, through them like a blade

thirsty

for the battlefields of their bodies now bent over years

she smiles

crawls their sinuous souls with serpentine spin

undulating

fatal moments like candied swans

morphing into trigger fingers of alloy

 

She gave him a wire rose

lingered for a moment in his liquid desert colored eyes

"I must be leaving soon." she whispered, "but I wanted to tell you this. . . . ."

 

"They told me way back in never land that if I made a dress out of skye, the moon,the sun and the donkey skin, that you would never find me. But you found me every night and every day.  I never really had a chance, did I?"

"Stories are for children," said the monster, "there are no happy endings."

 

she flowered into blood above his nature

and put the silver bullet between his eyes

 

 

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Reviews

[Morning Star]

This is a very beautiful write as my eyes dance from beginning to end
I truly love how you, Stepped out of the shadows from a world where
Fantasies dwell,How i love the imagery and vividness your words
Placed on my mind as always my sweet friend
A joy to read your brilliant work!
wishing you a great Day!!

[Art Sun]

you write with such a deep and passionate voice Selene...there are only a few if any who can exprss within poetry the way you do...variety cannot hold you and with creativity like yours...the skies are not even a limit...you are beyond that...great work my poetic friend...

[Larry Dyson]

love this part the most..her answer is...""They told me way back in never land that if I made a dress out of skye, the moon,the sun and the donkey skin, that you would never find me. But you found me every night and every day. I never really had a chance, did I?"

"Stories are for children," said the monster, "there are no happy endings."



she flowered into blood above his nature

and put the silver bullet between his eyes"
foreshadowed in "pierced through with virtuous style

the gun like sleek love against the small of her back

tucked into her hip huggers"...yeppers its Selene's work..no doubt.

[Loki Ragna-rock]

dressed in your peau d'ane
to meet the king of Elsewhere
dear friends, let us prey

[Nancy S.]

so close to life the lore does reside within the lines of your sleek edged poetic prose, that shivers ran down my spine, line by line...

the thrill of the kill to satisfy my human need for vengeance, for tale steeped deep in a bloody surreality...

[Andrew Wright]

Your words always dance across my mind and through my skin... brilliant.

[heich]

nosebleed..lol(this is what we say when i cant comprehend..lol)..its beautiful..lol..

[Bard Constantine]

Just as powerful now as when I first read it... and the fate just as deserving. If only all monsters were slain so....

[LittleMadGirl]

wonderful
the chose of words is great
this morbid plot goes under my skin

[Loner]

WOW !!!
that was a real roller coaster ride but a lovely ride it was no doubt
a poignant piece u have penned.

[S.R.Parker]

Very powerful with an opening line I found enthralling. Thank you for sharing this and know that I enjoyed it tremendously.