carmen, the lady in red

in the wilderness
i met her

Sandrine

she laughed
cackled
her way
through time

twisted words
turned conversations
into advantage

younger than
she wanted
to be

wanted to
never stop
never end

we wrote
poetry
together

her mediocre life
she turned
into horror

my freakish existence
became
fantasy

Sandrine

who i
in my anger
rage
at her
eventual
betrayal
renamed
Carmen

she wanted
to be ghost

or that
is what
you mistook
her fascination
for

you read her
life
with
those cards

it is our sin

our sin

no one
else’s

you worked
blood magic

at her
request

made a young boy
delve deeper into
a closet

even though it
was not willful

though you tried
to explain

there was
no need
for that
for shame

he shrieked
tears of rage
streaming
down

and you
ran to the cabin

tried to reason

Sandrine

never listened

she wanted you

invoke the daemons
she says

you laugh
daemons
do not
exist

she twists
smiles
says
then you have
nothing
to fear

so you do

but sceptic
that you are

you lie

give a false name
in place
of your own

Sandrine
watches

it seems
to work

fuel to the rage
the darkness
building
in and around
her

she claims
she is a vampyr

this is our
final straw

her words
annoy you

i tell her
she is
a migraine

not what
i meant
to say

but words
i cannot
bother to take
back

she follows you

out into the trees

you try to lose
her

but then the brown wolf
appears

she sees you

as you laugh
run with it
wild childe
you are

she rages

runs to you
calls you fool

you have long since
forgotten her

maybe that
was it

the moment
she became Carmen

years hence

you will
eventually
wonder

where that
wide eyed girl
went

the one you told
ghost stories to
by the campfire

who you created universes for

it was our sin

Sandrine

became the dark

the Dark One

she always feared

you don’t know
how to fix it

but is that
not the point?

broken things

broken girls
like we once
were

Sandrine
while broken
too
was not
like you

did not have
the will
the strength

to withstand
the world

so she withered
away

you walked away

and when you thought
to look back

the broken doll
you told to wait

that broken girl
who dared to dream
in muted colors

was no more

try to laugh
it away

bring her back

Sandrine

but those eyes
have long since
lost their spark

and because of us

because of our sin

the lady in red

Carmen

was borne.

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