Scarlight

She comes at night with hollow steps

At her feet, with stars to guide her in exchange

For lunacy, but there’s not much left there anyways

In her dark head covered with black strands of instinct

And lust infused with a conditioner of false shame.

By the time the destination is reached

Constellations will have stolen what remained

Of her dignity, like it does for everyone else who is

In search for life on a higher plane, closer to the pull Of thieving stars.