marble glass of emerald eyes
Swallow men up
Keeping them hostage
In the intellect of her mind

Waterfalls of charcoal hair
Leave pins and needles
Tearing away at a posterior
Of chilled skin

Her mind is jagged
slicing through diamonds
Compressing
Analyzing
Until you fall under itchy isolation
Of seductive deception

She slides through air
Positioning on a pedestal
Sipping thin air through golden straws
Waiting for you
To claw and stab
Fighting through clay walls

You fight
Until fingernails bleed
Until grime settles
Into perspiration of paper skin
Until pounding pain
Amplifies in archless shoes

Until finally
false senses of accomplishment
Embalm the rotting space
In a wheezing chest

You wait for her
To knight you
Licking the wounds
Of valiant effort

Until she finally sees
Revolting at the blood
Disgusted with a beaten up shell
She slithers on
Illuding another with finesse

Creating false illusions
That The Woman
Needs a man