on the way to Grandma's house,
skipping in velvet Mary Janes;
her poppy red cape
billowing like a red sail
above a sea of forest green.
It wasn't the scent of her;
a potion of sandalwood and vanilla
emanating from her pulse points.
Nor was it the heady fragrance of blood
beneath her crepe paper skin.
He could taste the marrow
in her bones--bittersweet dark
chocolate with a taint of belladonna.
He would die to consume her essence;
a fallen angel in sheep's clothing.
Sandy recently completed her second book, a paranormal novelette, The Haunting of Meredith, under the pen name, Sandy Hiss, which is available on Kindle Short Reads.
oh OH... Now I want to sniff sandalwood mixed with vanilla. What a wonderful combination... Your sure can twist a fairy tale on it's tail! chocolatey bittersweet marrow. Oh my.
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