Necrobabe Poem by Bryony Sheldon

High cheekbones cut through her mascara,
Hair black no.1 like Little Miss Scare-All,
She's out to get me, O, I know too much,
I was shaking, she had the electric touch.

She's hot danger on her cold blue lips,
She's just trouble that I can't resist,
She's a signed love letter from Hecate,
She's a V-max bomber down the motorway.

No reservations, she loves herself,
I can't get enough but she's bad for my health,
Eyes black like ravens, skin white like milk,
She whispers temptations with a voice like silk.

I call out her name like it's medicine,
I can't believe all this mess I'm in,
Her breath like razors down the back of my neck,
I'm under her thumb, I'm her useless wreck.

Open wounds bleed through her mascara,
Limp and soft, she's a gentle Vampira,
Hold her forever, I'll see her at midnight,
A freezing embrace like the silver moonlight.