nameless

she stalks the cage of her shadow

a predator

a hunter

waiting to pounce

on the fringes of reality

blurring the lines

she cannot remember

from whence she came

or to where she is headed

she feeds on the sins

and fevered dreams

of childhood's end

forgetting, sometimes

that her own blatant hopes

burned in the flames

she now consumes

and they taste sweet as arsenic

on her tongue

as she devours them

blood dripping

from her fangs

and running down her moonlit skin

to puddle at her feet

before she straightens

eyes slitted

narrowed

the beginnings of a growl on her voice

she licks her lips

once

twice

three times

to catch the last drops

of her nightmares

gently now

the last drop

of a promise

that was made to be broken

trickles down her chin

and through the hollow of her chest

a black speck

on white skin

red eyes

on black slits

white fangs

on red blood

she sleeps

again