She lured them in with
her scarlet lips and
velvet skin
poured flattering whispers
into their ears
exhaled candies to their nostrils
marked crimson on their chests

After each prey
she repainted the scarlet
in precision
let the toxin fragments
slowly poison her
so her soul struck


I am a zen temple
serene and spiritual
open myself for fervent worshipers

who would think
you brought a pry bar
to remove nails
which you thought are
bonding me in concrete
I trusted you to make me whole
but not to break me

who would know
you two used chisels
to carve my perfect form
into damaged sculpture
I am your flesh and blood
I have mistaken your love
to be unconditional

who would foresee
a zen temple
demolished by trusted followers
in the name of
self righteousness