Black Frills

Trapped in a net

Of serrated confusion,

A painful mess,

An unfurled forked tongue.

Dripping of poison,

Flashing the dark

Like a frilly young girl

Flashes her dress

Soaked deep in blood.

And the light recedes,

As crimson takes over

Seeping across

What’s left of day,

Though day is all

That will let it be seen.

Invisible footprints

Of infested despair,

And the dark intertwines

With remaining light,

Submerging them

In red-stained frills.

The innocent face

And the cheeky smile,

Unaware that surrounding

Engulfing, ingesting,

The world is tainted,

Laced in cruel death.