She came
In the moonlight
As I lay
In the dust
She bled me
With scissors
Held together
With rust
She fed me
Black leeches
From a purse
Made of lead
When they crawled
From my ears
They were bloated
And red
She said I was youthful
But my body
Was old
My heart
Raged with fire
As I shivered
With cold
Her hair
Was like needles
Which pierced
Both my eyes
She said
She was honest
But traded
In lies
She bound me
In silver
Until I turned black
She promised
To heal me
As her nails
Raked my back
She said
She could
Love me
If the world
Could be just
Then laughed
As she left me
Right there
In the dust.

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Owain Glyn