Black Cats & Bonfires

The black cats have stolen

a piece of my soul every

daybreak as the sun sets

As the moon becomes

my midnight snack

I can feel

The bonfires have grown

hotter, the moon wider

and the crowd has gotten

bigger

As I walk in shackles

like a goddess betrayed

by the servants

I can feel the flame burn,

I can hear the black cats

meow and circle my unburned

body

I am nothing more

but the scum that satan

has saved as surreal

poetry has been written

on my self-harmed wrists

The black cats have become

my family and these bonfires

are my death

As they taste my sour

blood and meow to the

moon

I have turned again

to follow the path of every

other black cat

As I recite satan's words

from my slithered tongue,

can't you see the darkness

I reside in this white heart

of mine?