She comes to me at night...

She cursed me awake, Death's abandoned lover

My blossoming youth outshone her darkly cultivated beauty

Forced aside, she took vengeance, punishing me by and by

On this night, my velvet eyelashes are the object of her envy

Each plucked fresh by sharpened twilight nails

As I thrash and kick, pausing neither to gasp nor scream

Each one a treasure lost as she rips them loose

And plugs them in above her own dark orbs

Her laugh both pitiable and spiteful

Shaking, trembling, my tears mix with the bleeding ends

I hold my breath and wish for the salt to stop stinging

It's nearly done now I think

But then one white sculpted hand pauses just above my eye, considering

Her revenge, so often taken, has found a new shape and I can no longer blink

And so it happened, my body froze in its place, while my heart raced like a wild horse