It was unbalanced
His skin crawled while his voice caught in his throat
The scratch of her blood red nails and the shadow of her makeup
The curl of her hair and that twist in her ruby lips
Her tongue wrapped around his life and pulled
His knees bent to the ground
Palm to palm, mouth to mouth
Her holy light burned
He was blind to the horns
A crumpled paper upon which he wrote his prayers
A sinister pendulum heavy with sins
A crown of thorny roses rests on her head
Thin red strings trickle down his face
The grace of God
Or the taint of Satan?
The crimson pearl splits in two between her teeth
Maybe a little of both
