THE LAST SUPPER

He looked her in the pale brown eyes
That used to be darker than coal
There
On the inner edge of existence
She kept the promise of gold resistance
While after while
He couldn't smile
Feeling her gaze
Piercing his soul

Wrapped in persistence deserving prize
She nailed him to the ceiling above
Her bed
And off she went to sleep
Deeper than deep
She sunk in night
He might be there
She cried
She thought
She was like us
She wasn't odd

He stared at her
Whilst she did dream
Of him
Filling her glass with Chilean wine
With him I'll dine
She cried
She thought
She was like us
She wasn't odd

He perched as if he was a crow
Over her shoulder
He dug his claws
Into her soft pale freckled arm
She burst with tears
She burst with blood
She was like us
She wasn't odd...

Ps. Dedicated to Little Deer Running