Her Tormentor’s Plot

catalyse of chalk circles sooted box, reveals the vortex inside stakes open her eyes pries into her private life draws blood with madness insists a deep cut of ties a vampire’s bite sucks glistens under moon-lightning with darkening of iris the rectangle shut and discomforting inside the satin lining that swaddles her until when feeds the lack of blood pressure buried in the earth instead of mausoleum means she is fated until flood rains dredge her up bitterly famished and ripe her tormentor’s plot enjoying her plight of pangs and her screaming fangs that engulf her first victim she begs a silver bullet …and who will shoot first the gun, with no reflection, or the too-white teeth? does lover want to join her or distribute her ashes? the two quick rounds nail tormentor, his protogé bloodthirst vanishes end of bad day, sky’s crimson and the hungry are looming.