Today,
Amidst spectres of
Grizzly grey,
I am painfully aware
I have morphed into a
A screaming banshee.

Snakes teem
From the
Festering cesspool
Of my mouth.

And, in torment
I have to concede
I have mutated
Into a caterwauling
Fractious
She Devil.

For Lucifer
Is my enticing lover
And caught in his
Lascivious embrace,
He forces me to dance
To his rapturous tune.

And, as is his fickle way,
He will forsake me
Upon tomorrow’s dawn,
And from my sweat-drenched bed
I will rise
The radiant personification
Of an angel.