Alliteration is the love of my life.

[brokenarienette]

Branded and burned
in bloody boredom she turns
as  she wonders what's become of her lost luck.
She clenches her claws as she clambers along.
Her heels click like the tick of a clock.
Indigo inkblots stain her satin swabbed skin
and she's swollen with nostalgic knots.
Sinister sentiments coated in sin
tie tentative talon-like thoughts.
Alabaster alcoves and acrid aromas
allow her aching to gradually grow
while waxing and waning waves wildly wander
through twilight to the moon's hollow glow.