No one survives such an attack

And we all stood like monuments

Baring the nails in her back

Still moving sinews

In a graceful impression of life

Shyly the arms, shyly the breasts

Fold, fear, die

Ten fingers driven through the heart

Through the core

As I stare into those strange

Magnetic eyes and wonder

(For you, me)

Are there demons there?

I knew it all the time

The misanthropes were right

To crucify themselves

In the need of a savior

Still moving sinews struggle fearsome

With a lifeline forlorn

Caught in the nest

Of the impending dark fate

Semi worlds, life tight lodges

Where faces stiffen

Plagued with the frost of disease

Our capsules barely meet

The worms of disorder

Like living black numbers

That drip from her permanent skin

Joined in sweet fury to await the decay

Fragile and reddened in life lost array