She

She
Criss Dane



She stares at me along the wall
Her distant eyes affixed on mine
A knowing gaze of vague recall
Setting my soul’s skin to crawl
As our obsessions intertwine

Day in and out my life is hers
I beg the urge to look away
To break this incidental curse
And turn her cloth to raging embers
But that is for another day

Today I look upon her still
And swear she slips a frozen smile
As I let her feast upon my will
And scarce ignore the growing chill
My essence fading all the while

She knows my family well and long
Arrived here from a dying fool
And one by one her sirens song
Has kept us chained within her throng
Imprisoned by her sultry rule

I can’t conceive what gave her life
What baleful stroke from grisly hand
That sent along this Reaper’s knife
Malevolent and hunger rife
To bleed my mind like slipping sand

At times I’ve tried to break her force
And run to daylight unaware
So far behind that wretched source
By night I run back screaming, “YOURS!”
At which she casts a vacant stare

In her time, she’ll find another
When she’s had her fill of me
When last I slip into the ether
Flee my nameless priceless captor
Only knowing her as She