Mary Magdalena was her name,
As she slithered through the cracks,
As she inched her way,
Little by little making space between the walls.
Poisoned with a drop of blood,
Mixed secretly, slippery, slimily,
In a glass 🍷 filled with ruby red wine.
No cross ➕ could hide the darkness of her soul.
As she wrapped the chain 🔗 around their necks,
And dragged them around the floor,
Begging like a dog 🐶 for more.
Whipped by her flickering tongue brought them to their knees.
Deep, dark, dangerous,
As she sucked the very essence of life.
They gasped for breath,
As they lay warmed by the blood rotten sheets.
Smothered in droplets 💧 and surrounded by vapour,
As the steam rose. 🌹
Filling the air with the musty smell
Not a word was said…
Silenced and blinded by the light.
Forget me not…
By Natasha Parker