she leaps through the films like a frightened fawn
does she ever linger?
silent, she drifts through a black sludge pond
when will her body fester?
yesterday’s life, she was seen
today she only whispers.
she’s like a frog in a flood
drowning in who wrought her (for she is the water)
she gleams in the light of a new moon night
when all you get is darkness.
now you die
now you burn alive
to her sweet delight
you’ll burn through the night.