Dark Girl Memoirs (Poetry)

Pale ashes, charred soul
That's what's left.
The layers peeled away
I see it for what it was;
an illusion steeped in
passion, rose incense
lingers, candles flicker
you are gone, but still
i smell the aroma at night

Dark Girl

Raven haired girl,
Hard headed
Heart on fire
Boiling,
Fair maiden
Hunts her prey
When she finds it
Drops it and knows not
What she must do,
Fight to stay alive
She rides tonight
Whisking them all away
Filled with fright
Race towards the light
Will it hurt? It might.
It always does, she awakes
bruised, in pain, in love.

Stray Cat

Prowls like a stray cat
tender pet in his glare

Young girl, doesn't know,
she's gonna get scratched.

Scarred, tattered, broken.
She's gonna be mince,
yet she just doesn't know it.

Can't contest,
he stalks the night,
a calculating hunter;
killer of hearts
eternally bleeding,
bruised, blackened, open.

My heart swells,
I'm breathless;
running my hands through your hair
your hand on my heart,
beats as though about to tear
through my chest,
Red badge of courage,
anticipating the battle
in my mind, my loins,
Need it now, can't wait,
Under water; drowning
Bail me out with a tin pail
You penetrate my mind with the softest
assail.