she keeps them (her loves)
above the landing (her demise)
in her makeshift necropolis
sepulchre filled with her undead lovers
rotting flesh and bone and spirit
with only thoughts for company
(and occasional visions, of her)
below, the pianist dreams
of paramours in righteous attire
not a glimpse of the accelerated age
that ascends upon the gentleman
he devours her mouth whole
she observes (pursues) with hawk peepers
hunting with the hunger
daggers delight in bloodshed
the female she seeks
stronger than her
stepping softly between sheets and breasts and fleshy napes
as the catafalques groan
welcoming him here
(forever?
forever
)
but you said
(but, i lied)
carrying him to his unsolicited grave
she shuts the lid on a thousand eras
and spins around to accost her fate (the landing), her demise
(as the catafalques groan {and grin
revenge is sweet
but you said forever, and you lied}
welcoming her here)
later,
the female lights a cigarette
combs her fingertips through her mane
satiated with her commencing reign
the hunger
her hunger
