kashshaptu

HABIT

[For D.M]

"I sold a heart that wasn't mine,
Traded it for sweet words and promises of eternity.
I removed my face, To make it easier to devour.
The old woman who lives in my room,
Make the roses sing without smell.

My Skin has been emptied,
Vacated by the spirits, for my refusal to obey and forget.
The woman in black waits for me by the river,
Screaching and giggling.
The woman in White Remain Hidden in the forest of Questions as the moon burns her throat.

Reborn beneath stairways,
With dreams of soiled beds, and stale incense.
This House,
Holds no horror for me now,
Yet i cannot leave him behind", She whispered..