princess of darkness...

Does she dance.

On graves. On hearts. On empty streets.

Is her dress flowing in the wind that was breath?

Are her eyes closed,
when the vibrations
hit her chest?


Does she bend or will she break...


Will there be silence.

Or a crimson scream.


Or just stillness.

And another breath.


Before she leaves.


No tears. No tears.

Not in her dress. Not in my eyes.


Only stains.

On her dress, on my skin.


Undamaged.

But affected.


Used.