After, Life

This beating in my chest is to punish you.

Solid, like cold silver.
Your hands push my hair aside,
I am a mystery to you.
The metronome of my skin
like a magicians trick
you are hypnotised,
mesmerized by its ticking,
tricking you to feast.

My eyes, screaming
but you have silenced my pain -
a grip to extinguish the hurt.
I cling to you like a lover
in a remarkable dance,
dark and final.
​The end of days.

A Lady of the Night
I will roam these streets,
to make my own,
what you have made of me.
A child gripped by death,
leaving only death in her wake
feasting on the life that was taken from me.