t.he adders crept with her by twilight
t.he doves suffers
a.s it chokes on an olive branch
m.y fate was on its wing
n.o forgiveness
n.o peace
n.ow its drowning in raging waters

m.y sweaty palms grab
a.nd scratch at my throat
a.s I choke on a moth
i. mistook for a butterfly
t.he beauty in it misleading me
w.as monumental

m.y scattered thoughts
a.re but a fool’s snare
i. am an experiment
a. fledgling at best

t.here are dank days ahead
i.t shows in hells winter,
i.t’s wet there now and forever evening
“t.ierney at the face of woe.” reads a succubus guard.

i.am but a maid, a betrayal lurking as I descend
h.ere to pierce your heart with an equal prick.

The Other