with fingertips which burned with pain and pleasure
a tongue as sharp as knifes
black-blood-bleeding-be-my-beauty-lips
i was an awfully bewitching creature
in a snowstorm
in one of those pitch-black winter nights

i tell you
i haunted all of you you once
had offered me
body, blood & soul

i saw myself
as a gentle sort of horror
show-worthy even;
blood under fingernails
screams behind doors
of soul-empty chambers

i was showstopping, darling

when you saw all of me
(which you never did)
all lovely-eyed
all death-touched
you called me "witch"

is this what it means to be a person?
am i a vicious abnormality?

what am i?
for i am a so called witch

all lovely-eyed
all death-touched
all deadly, never dead

and i am showstopping, darling
never sighted before
awfully bewitching creature
you scream: "reach her, reach her!"