demon in a sanctuary

taint the fruit, sweet apple full of sugar with honey bees coming in to taste nectar dripping from a used up doll wanting to be the center of attention once again. play with me, she nodded, with fangs long like a shadow looming when light hits beneath surface. the glow does not matter when kept within, cast away with dark growling, then meets the moon. retraces the path scorching when springs coil tight, too tensed now, with screeching hellish fiends scrapping for leftovers, becoming bitter memories with bees giving their sting, arms swell to become like elephant's legs and a failed play turns to regret. she tears at apple rotting with worms, slurping them up like candy, dances on her toes, tip toes across light breaking out of surface, a shadow flits down back to earth having seen yellow. worn out, drained out, crescent holds still while the sun searches around with earth wearing the faces of demon and angels both rattling within one suit. a suitcase filled with surprises, another vacation to unload that heavy something. something amiss, like the ugly leftover screaming while all around light rises till the shadow vanishes. i'll pay, i'll buy, i'll own the moaning figure said while the sun rounded around the corner, gave light a kiss. the full moon appeared all bright and not so yellow. radiant now with pearls dripping towards friendless earth still burying all that rising tide inside a belly rumbling with too many missed chances. the green leaves shot up, touched the sky, with roots anchoring beneath sea, with mountains erect, proud and dead bees littered all over rocks turning to dust. fireflies scouted along sands of radiance, glowing like a heart beat. of sun and moon becoming light. like feathers floating to heaven - then a doll thrashes at identity hers alone. can't fit in, can't become part of this. not a transaction.