Word starts getting around about Danny's Coffee Shop--
A girl wearing black fingerless lace gloves and her skinhead boyfriend walk in and he stands right in front of the Succubus,
Snapping pictures with his phone
As the girlfriend swipes her dyed black hair out of her face and giggles.
The Succubus once owned this place. She was the first.
Then she got stupid over Chloe, and though they still share the air,
They are like buses at a stop--
Never touching and bound in opposite directions.
"I've become a Point Of Local Interest," thinks the Succubus as her ashy heart turns over in her undeniably perfect chest...
"I've become a demon in a zoo."
In one motion, she stands up, all seven glorious feet of her, and spreads her black wings,
Knocking over everything within her wingspan;
Soon the skinhead's phone is dust and the silly girlfriend's skin has gone all to hell--
Sorry about that, kids.
The Succubus strides out, imperial and evil,
And everybody just steps back.
Nobody has seen her like this in months.
From rooftop to rooftop she moves in the frozen night,
Until she finds the place she was looking for...
In she glides, like a knife drawn from under a peasant girl's skirts, and slid into a wound,
Killing the priest who accused her.
She is here to enter the dreams of the woman who sleeps before her,
A genuine beauty,
Hers for the plucking.
When the Succubus enters someone's dreams, their dreams turn sweet beyond imagining--
It's just that
They will never have another one.
Together they rise, they join in this wicked illusion,
The Succubus smells smoke.
No, it's not the Boss.
The space heater has set the blankets on fire and the place is going up...
The Succubus looks at her prey, whose name is Angeline, and she can't help herself,
Can't stop herself...
She alters their dream to one of cool water, pitchers of cream poured over soft skin, all things soothing and sweet-scented.
She wraps her body around Angeline, but not as she had planned to do--
She carries her out onto the balcony near the fire escape. All she needs is a goddam day-glo yellow helmet and an ax.
The freezing air wakes Angeline and she makes her way down, down,
To the street and to life.
Around dawn, the Succubus walks back into Danny's Coffee Shop.
The Queen of the Vampires starts to crack wise, but is stopped by one lifted finger with its razor sharp red nail.
"Don't," says the Succubus,
And sits down where she was when the camera kids came in.
She is not the same.
Time will reveal whether this is a good thing or not, and time is one thing,
Along with a deep, black melancholy,
That she has plenty of.
She curls one foot underneath herself
And folds her wings back in
As if they were her dark intentions
Brought back to the roost like bats.