True Love In White
"Have a bite"
an old crone whispers
one desire will be mine
once my teeth break the skin
trembling, my hand stretches
to accept my dreams in a crimson orb
thousands of wants
clamoring for attention
peace
my heart whispers
to be with my forever love, far from the cares
and tribulations of the world
as my lips caress the red skin
all other voices are drowned
as my heart is heard over all
happy my tongue rushes to taste
the flavor of almonds
bitter upon my tongue
my eyes stare in horror at the crone
my stepmother's twisted eyes smiling at me
"careful what you wish for,"
she cackles as my vision dims
and my forever love, le mort,
welcomes me with open arms