She wears the blood stained knives as a crown.
Walking out, leaving that maroon carpet behind.
Two black tunnels where her eyes used to sit still.
Her gaze penetrating, hypnotic, instant cruel terror.
The legends say that she's half owl and half human,
If you feel her death-coated stare don't return it.
The only vowel she can entonate hunts their psyche.
She's playing with the clean sheet of thin stainless steel.
Striped skin is her fresh canvas, overpenetrated flesh.
One arm remains down, dripping dark directives.
On the other one, the knife and her bundles of joy.
That night she fills them with her blood, singing.
A pirate with a sirens voice, she is demise, extinction.
She drinks from her twins and drops them bleeding.
Adding two blades on her crown she gives a smile.
The extension of her neck turning full circle twice.
I told you, don't return her ghastly cadaverous glare.

© yudia