Scarlight

She comes at night with hollow stepsAt her feet, with stars to guide her in exchangeFor lunacy, but there’s not much left there anywaysIn her dark head covered with black strands of instinctAnd lust infused with a conditioner of false shame.By the time the destination is reachedConstellations will have stolen what remainedOf her dignity, like it does for everyone else who isIn search for life on a higher plane, closer to the pullOf thieving stars.