I never thought you would be a woman, as odd as that sounds,
watching a prowling smile curl up into your gossamer mouth.
Frost on the ground cracks underfoot as you’re edging my way
the knot in your blouse forms delicate drapes around your skeletal frame.
You tell me your name is ‘Lucy’, exhaling a cold mysterious mist,
that clears just as quickly as the words purr from your ethereal lips.
I feel myself wince as the biting cold pinches the end of my nose
before settling slowly as you enquire “Are you ready to go?”
I’d never been so unsure in my life as I was there in the moment.
I stare at you open-mouthed with uncertainty. “Where are we going?”
The air grew imposing. You reach out through the stagnant black abyss
until my hand is sat within the cold palm of your alabaster skin.
I snatch it back that instant — Pulling my arm close to my chest
where I hold it against me harder than my only regret.
My blood runs cold as December. “Come with me,” you hiss
your bony finger gesticulates with a wave of its stygian tip.
The whispering wind wanes as I stand there aghast
I push my hands in my back pockets, firm with defiance. “I’m a family man,”
You c.ackle ecstatically, “Not anymore!” fills the air with luminosity.
Eyes of azure blue becoming green as you exclaim “You belong to ME!”
I move to block the heat radiating from your smouldering gaze
it’s white-hot intensity holds me in place so I don’t look away.
I find myself frozen in stasis as you peer into the depths of my mind
My every surviving memory lies at your mercy as you venture inside.
It’s said that the eyes are windows to the soul if you glance in
exposing the character of even those who no longer have it.
I didn’t get time to finish it, sorry Scar/Frank