Apathetic Recluse

Torrential red hair like a sun goddess’s portrait.

Eyes burned sullen.

Mouth molded

with chilly contempt.

Nightgown flitting like a white water

rapid.

The straps slip off, exposing

her crescent pink skin.

Beneath the woman; a pile of skulls,

spines, knuckles.

Shallow bones of crumbling pain.

Meters away,

A sword cracked, rusted,

stands stalwart.

Its pommel once blue; now purple.

Her soul once whole; now crushed obsidian.