Under Her Breast

So many hearts fell

for the silver in his tongue,

for a mouth that licked minds

dazed

before sinking teeth into flesh;

every heart

but the one under her breast.

She had tasted

the fakery that oozed

out of the shine in his eyes,

watched him sign contracts

with the blood of shackled sheep,

while sitting on the backs

of the choice-robbed

and the enthralled.

She had wondered

if any of them would ever see

the muck that stuck to his bones,

the worms that rotted the hollows

that should’ve housed a soul;

will they sense the incubus

under the wealth-made halo,

or has he sucked all the marrow

out of their future and wits? 

 

for Poets and Storytellers United (Writers Pantry #6: And the Stars Make Love to the Universe)