Twilight Massacre

By Katrina Tapang

Furious breathing
Echoing to the opaque corners
Of a strange cylindrical dream.
Moonlight’s arms peep between
The cracks -- tangerine shadows
Dancing with the soft breeze
Singing with the crickets of the night

A sketch of a fatal scythe
Sways, aiming at the porcelain neck
Crafted for wicker rope
Frightening moans vociferate
Highlighting the doom that embraces her slowly.
She is a fallen angel
Murdered by a sordid nightmare.

When dusk paints the horizon,
She’ll be a painted history of annihilation.