Wretch

Blackened fingernails,  boney scum 
She’ll gnaw at your heels, drag at your tail 

Just when you’ve found the reason to leap

Lady Cowardess, she drips of sickly sweet perfume

It permeates your mind

As you take the hand of he, hold out your heart 

Old crow, she will swoop, 

butter it for the taking

Untangle her  claws, unsheath her gums

Let go her gaze, let go

Lady Cowardess, brittle, 

dissolved at your ease 

Take back your pulse, she’ll be done 

Leave her to the beasts that be 

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