Misery was an old dame
a body shriveled like salted plums
reeking camphor fumes
Oiled down hair – deflated
sleek, like when Medusa’s serpents slumber
Her tines – lacerated hearts
An overflow of agony
where one can drown
she savors the excess
smiling
heavily sighing
reaching orgasm when the last drop
touches her tongue
Replenishing her youth
this elixir – a façade for maturity
a stimulant that soars her iridescent spirit
feeding on souls sustained the hag
strengthening her ancient bones
turned flesh into a putrid carnage
Some say she can’t be stopped
Many say she longs a companion
One suggests – decapitation
and let her watch her feeble body fall.
© Donna J. Sanders

Excerpt from the book “Ataraxia”

Donna J. Sanders
Donna is a freelance writer and blogger in West Palm Beach, FL. She is the author of Ataraxia – a poetry collection about the struggles we face, the state of the world and how to see beauty in the simplest things, and Cardboard Signs – poems to bring awareness about homelessness, mental illness, self-esteem and the injustices many face.
Visit Donna’s Author Page At:
www.ctupublishinggroup.com/donna-j.-sanders.html
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