Death of the White Dancer

 

I met her

after watching her

seduce the entire room

 

men and women

both fell

under her sensual spell

as they

fell back into

their chairs

with eyes glazed

and drool dripping

down their face

sitting and watching her

doing her dance

of intoxicating thoughts

and killing hearts

 

her non verbal words

were like vapors

that danced on their lips

before she entered their sole

possessing it like

she was a

slave traitor

from ages ago

traveling great distances

for bodies who would

worship her

giving all that

they were worth

as a gift

before her alter

 

she danced

that silky white

snake like shake

that captured

eyes and hearts

the more one tried

to possess her

the more

she possessed them

until they were down

on the ground

begging her

for one more kiss

one more dance

with her white smoke

 

time goes by

as those minutes

become hours

and hours

become days

and days

becomes months

and Months

are now years

before you know it

you're on a journey

with no end but the grave

 

and I

didn’t know this

until she

kissed me that night

her sweet touch

numbed my flesh

so no pain

could ever

warn me

of her

vicious bites

upon my heart

that harden me

towards life

 

I played her game

of turning myself

from human

into something worse

than demons

she took hold of me

placing her collar

of plastic bags

and blunt shavings

around my neck

dragging me

through her horrors

scrapping my skin

so deep

that my own parents

couldn’t recognize me

 

I was lost now

I had become her slave

and I longed for the sun

of brighter days

it didn’t take long for me

to plan my escape

and it only took one bullet

to kill her... dead

 

one day

I just said

 

No!

 

and she dropped dead

before my eyes

as if I had 

put one bullet

in the back

of her brain

 

good night

sweet white devil

I said as I

sat and watched

all the color 

leaving her eyes

blue pupils turned gray

 

may god forever

banish her

from my life

Reviews

[Erotic Goddess]

Ah, there is bitterness and anger...the loss of one's being and the re-entry to that self. I love this piece as much as any others, more maybe because of it's truth. Sometimes just saying no is enough to release anyone from a hell that they have let themselves become accustomed to. This was wonderful, a great poem, wonderful message!

~Stephanie

[Vatsayayana]

Ahhh... goddess. Such sickly sweet viper seduction.
The coaxing tongue of snakes. The sweet bitter betrayal of trust.
What a tale you have spun here. Her beauty so rich, so vibrant, seducing the room.
Playing with hearts, doling out souls.
Yet she's nothing more than bitter ash swept across your tongue.
Exquisitely done my dear. Such thoughts.
Brava!

[Engulfed in Flames]

the story takes a different but interseting turn...I like it

[Charisma Moonfairy]

Wow that is an amazing and raw piece of work. Yet another one of yours that leaves me breathless at the end and I love that.