Her scent permeated the air with a
heavy musk fragrance
She wore her feelings with fimbriated
tension
Youth’s blessings had turned into rags
of memories
And misfortune fit upon her frail
shoulders as a heavy coat
With patches and re-sewing to repair
failings
Her outer wears made of old silken
scarves
Strung together and tied into knots to
hide sensibilities-
The once radiantly bright deep colors long forgotten
And now hues faded into a collage of
grey-
Her slender feet as bare as the trees
of winter
A thin and wiry figure belied her
generous mind;
Her smooth and creamy skin cast with an
alabaster color
Her physical beauty had once been
invincible and infinite
Though now, more a frozen renaissance
painting-
Beautiful but Inaccessible,
unattainable and remote
She murmured in a husky voice, with a
whispered manner-
Her throat tones hinted the timbre of a
rich cello
As she breathed each sound out
deliberately
And musically in perfect fifth
intervals
Slowly; inexorably she mesmerized her
prey
She devoured the flesh ever so
carefully
Not too leave any fiber undigested
Her elongated tongue lapped clean each
wound
Her tentacle proboscis absorbed the
ruddiness
Thus, leaving nothing but the scent of
her presence.
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