I silk wrapped my curves
to lure you closer to the burn,
remorse only wept when
the scars didn’t bleed.
Star tattooed night was the heaven
where hell sipped champagne
from the hole in your dreams.
I sang through my claws,
but you didn’t learn the words.
“Too late” whimpers the fool.
©Susie Clevenger 2018
Friday 55
