The Death Of The Heart

I felt it from the womb
to my mouth,
around my neck,
through my soul.

A white cotton dress
covered my innocence,
a candle reflected the gloom
where I spied the face of...

Perhaps a saviour,
perhaps a...

He hung me

From the sinful tree,
apples in both my hands,
Eve in my heart, Lilith in my soul,
despair in my eyes,
pulse of blood in my ears,
kiss of desire on my lips.

He watched from beyond,
his eyes hidden in his trousers,
his smile was a leer,
his hands gripped a rosary,
my name written on every bead.

And all that remained
was the image of my feet
as they danced with the shadows
on the platform so far below.