I heard tell of an abandoned hotel

in a bone-shattering terror of dreams

a fallen angel resides there

voice like dust across the

bounties of time.


She came to me in the twilight

in a necklace of coral and bone

heady death dressed in gauzes and furs

her skin like cracked marble or snow.


I ached for a sickening union

to breach my mortal caul

on claret lips I perished-

sweet seductress clad in cloying rose.


They say she divines her lovers

and reads entrails under honeyed moons

on blue marble floors shot with quartz,

laced white with the rime of our sorrow.


She is snowdrops dipped in liquid nitrogen

smashed against a wall

fragility shredded to razors

beauty scrapmetal,

blood under nails.


Torn lace dresses floating

suggesting a violin’s curve

strung together by iron corsets

and demon claws rooted

in marrow.


Hollow-backed, her wings knife-like fans

she waltzes with the guts of her victims

weaving skeins of fate on her altar

Catherine wheels of innards and spice.


Votives line the wall of her chapel

incense lighting a milky ballroom

sconces on skulls, sofa pews

she sings and paints gore on her throne


A gold knight came to slay her-

woe to those that resist her call.

His soul rests heavy inside her

a light in the maw of Hell.


Dance with her, perhaps, do not linger

eat no pomegranates, for the night road

is long.


Her lodgings are bitter, bed barren

I speak from her belly, I know.


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