Meth Widow, by Mary McCarthy

Meth Widow, by Lorette C. Luzajic (Canada). 2015.

Meth Widow    
 
When you first danced
With the White Prince
His touch was cold 
Lightning
Sending it's crystals
Through your every
Vein and nerve 
Until a million
Frost flowers
Bloomed in your brain
And you spun with him
Across the glassy floor
Faster and faster
Your heart transfixed
On the needle
Of his cold enchantment
Keeping you
Locked in his arms
Even as the glass floor
Splinters
And the shards of ice
Cut through nerve and flesh
You dance with death
And cling to him
As your body withers
Your teeth fall out
Your breath turns
To corruption 
Your skin a torment
You tear at
With desperate fingers
Trying to remember
Who you were
Before your demon lover

Mary McCarthy 

This poem was written as part of the Ekphrastic Halloween surprise challenge.
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Mary McCarthy  has always been a writer, as well as a visual artist and a Registered Nurse. She has been published in many online and print journals, and has an echapbook "Things I Was Told Not to Think About" available as a free download from Praxis magazine online.