Death In a Dress

Short Black Dress, long dark hair, brown colored eyes a trap and a snare. How could I have known her soft and tender touch would feel so rough.

I consumed honey from her lips, but digested bitter herbs from her heart.

In her I found keys to a spaceship, in me she found a prey and devoured her entanglement.

How many men have felt this pain? Been drained? Had the blood sucked from their veins?

How many have been poisoned by the venoms of lust? Conquered by disappointments of trust?

Her love was unjust. My hands were up, and I was unarmed. I could not breathe, yet she pulled the trigger and stopped my heart.

God bless the man that reached her soul, because a hole opened up wide and swallowed him whole.