by Shah Wharton
Aura of gold and silver, floor of soot and fire.
Fulfilled you laugh, while I drip with cruel desire.
Red sticky liquor strokes your hungry throat.
My life stolen for the sake of our zygote.
Dancing and screaming, you weave your evil spell.
My blood drained—I fight the fires of Hell.
Black eyes of death—their beauty blinding me.
Your Death allows a new Life; an eternal family.