My Mara Post 336

She whispers in my ear
The wind she drapes for her dress
She speaks softly for me to hear
Her sudden need for my flesh
Her distress, and perfect paranoia

She talks of the darkness ahead
She pours it delicately
making small cracks in love
She spells the doom and the end
How we have all been forgotten

She weeps consistently on my sleeve
She tells me her sad stories
Of how we've have tried and lost
That no one will know or understand

The blade she hands me
With a sense of duty she urges me on
She tells me to take the step
And to end this dance once and for all

And I stay still, let her move around me
I try to not fight her, for she pulls harder
Her cold fingers on my neck
Her ice reflected in my eyes
I watch her move through my veins
And with each labored breath
I hold her without too much movement
Not sure of who will surrender first
I watch her as she watches me
We know we're part of each other
We're caught in this game...
I watch her dance and whisper
The end of all good as I know
The end of any kindness I will receive
I breathe, I hold still
For she is my weakness
And she is my strength
She is my confusion
She is my truth

Draped with the wind she comes
Dropping ice on spring days
She moves possessing me
And I move with her, my Mara.
- RKS