Within the microscopic fluttering of mist
void of sharp lines defining life and death
she glides angel-like in the blur
silent strokes of wings and see-through veils
her breath a breeze of unfelt disease
inhaled by those too close and unfocused
she is on them
before they know with understanding
foggy cloud of spittle juice
suck of the succubus
her silhouette mixed with enticing secrets
absorbing all senses of decency
her white eyes hypnotizing
temptress supreme she smiles
bite within a kiss
embrace of emptiness
systematic squeeze of the soul
dripping down to the hollow underworld
full of fluids where nothing floats
all hope like rain that never falls
she is from below and already here
coming within the exhale of hell
your tears swallowed like grapes.
Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to write and draw late into the night. His work can be found here and there and in-between.
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