Ligeia

You have seen me before, 

and you will see me again.

Me, with my dirty hands,

and you, with yours clean.

Lady Ligeia, I’ll rise 

And as a shadow, depart—

jagged and breathless,

exploding through the night.

Now, I wait—

eyes wide, claws sheathed,

my red mouth wet and

skin soft like teeth.

But one day, 

my wings will grow,

and it’s you that I’ll find

and swallow whole.