and behold her majesty, for she is death

her smile
left a chalk outline
on the ground
suicide
in her gaze
left every wrist
itching for a taste
pupils contract
in the grandeur
of another willing
demise

she was born
a homicide
whether it was yours
or her own
a life
would be taken
before
it was over
given
to sate her
all consuming lust

death never seemed
so seductive
as when
she blew out
the candle
threw you down
onto the bed
to writhe
on the silky sheets
of a self fulfilling
eulogy

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