a
cruel
residual jewel
like clear crystal dew
reflects she who’ll kill you—
puncture and pool
her venomous emptiness—
an intraveneus seamstress
in the mirror—
sexual temptress
stepping naked coming nearer;

you can’t hear her

like fear

spreading on your waist
palm down on your chest
with pink painted fingernails;
Your tongue’s touch numb to taste
and she impales you in a clutch of flesh

fresh gush

both eye lenses cocoon
their stare
like they’re
moons marooned
on orbital islands
left behind like sterile dunes;

where
blind darkness consumes
the frosted glare from frigid dust and air