The "crinkle, crinkle" of dried leaves in the long corridor.
I found you here love, on the freezing floor.
Your lips all blood in a white dress.
You'd been following a lie.
A lie. Yes.
Fallen as if struck in the small of your supple spine.
Spread-eagled; prone, delicious and divine.
How long I’ve longed to devour you,
A long I have been a beast.
A beast. True.
You seemed innocent, so blameless as you lay there,
Face framed by your straight, cascading hair,
Dark and clean, so fragrant and fine,
That as I lifted you, I
Enraptured I became by you, my black obsession,
My sleeping beauty and my possession,
Made to carry you from this dark.
But I return you here now,
To die. Hark.
Listen to these words because I know what you are,
Trickster. You came here from so very far,
Beneath my errant feet, to tempt me so.
Harpy. Siren. I won’t.
I can't. No.
You turn from me. For a moment I feel my shame.
I may be wrong, but then, you speak my name.
Like a curse, I'm shaken. I crack.
So I draw and shoot you once
In your back.
Your collapse is instant, hurtling in freeze-framed death.
I imagine the scar the bullet left,
Across your rictus shocked aspect.
I leave you as I found you,
Resplendent and wrecked.