My Succubus, part 1

“I was more sinned against than sinning”
She sang, loud for all to hear.
And I stood
In the shadow of her theatricals,
Her instant tears
As a gang of faces turned their heads
And witnessed me;
These witnesses didn’t see
Their part in this hypocrisy.

Have you ever felt imprisoned by your own shell?
I cannot say I haven’t been,
Nor can I tell
For I drank from her well
And it left me dizzy.

A well that drained
A life from me

In the pathetic
Symbols of our time:
A nought and a cross –
Her and I

I was a would’ve been,
And now wouldn’t be.
For she
Was the sun
That burnt off my wings.
And she was the one
To melt my waxen house:
To end my life,
Romantically
On these idyllic flaxen shores –

In her golden flowing...

© Ephraim M Luwemba