Betrothed
The moon gleams on your pallid complexion.
I cannot keep my eyes off your charm.
Your bony dance is frenetic.
Your wedding dress is chilling.
Your hand holds the sandglass.
When you wish, I am
ready to feel
on my neck
your sharp
scythe.
Copyright © A. Ormulyce | Year Posted 2023
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