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
blood under nails.
Torn lace dresses floating
suggesting a violin’s curve
strung together by iron corsets
and demon claws rooted
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
Her lodgings are bitter, bed barren
I speak from her belly, I know.