This is a dance
She would have said, sneering at the thing that said it was like her
No,
Better than her
And the Monsteress?
This is a dance
She said
A small smile inching across her face
As she tried to remain normal
As she tries to pretend that
This is about demon v.s. human
This is a game.
Why did me mum say I was cursed?
You swayed with her
You swayed back and forth with her
And thought what you did was nifty
Were you trying to keep Spike for yourself
Did you still want to be a good girl?
Drusilla watched Kendra, her eyes drawn by her own hypnotic trance. Drusilla would have laughed to herself, there was nothing tender she could afford here. She didn't bite, she didn't give pleasure, she just watched her dance and cut her throat
Like women and catfights
"My RIPE, BLACK GODDESS"
What happened, Dru? What happened, K?
This is like Reena Virk's story, isn't it?
Though I hesitate to use her name, for her death I understood and hated - It's sacred compared to the death on a TV show
So you're dancing, and you killed Kendra. What I want to know is why. They want you to say, it's a vamp/SLayer deal. But what I want to know is the truth.
Was it cause you knew Spike was losing interest? The Slayer had to die, that dance between Vampyre and Slayer couldn't interfere with you and him?
Or was it that you hated her nigger skin. I know. I know how you came to be in a London alley/brothel/servants quarter. I know why your mom said you were cursed. And we both know that I know that it was cursed at first sight, not the second.
So, ripe Drusilla. Competition. The only nigger to make Spike beg. You hated Kendra. A vampire killing a Slayer for sport. Something else? Covering your tracks?
What I want to know is the truth. What I want to know is my own truth. What I want to stop hiding from is the truth. What I want to do is stop watching this SHOW that is slow slow slow slowLY killing me.
I've gone to hell, I've chosen, see my shirt?
I felt odd mentioning Reena Virk's death in this poem, like it was cheapening it. Reena's death happened, in my opinion, because of a combination of racism and misogynistic self hatred by her killers. But in this instsance, that's how it came out, so that's how it stays.
It's three in the morning, my usual hour for webwork. Sigh...maybe I'll go into this more at another time, or you can email me (I like email). For now I'll just say that I liked Dru so much, and then I rewatched the first part of Becoming recently, and then I HATED her. And I wrote this, stuff floating around in my mind for a while, before I saw it again and realized I hated her then. I feel we're connected, and I just wrote another poem called The Difference Between Us about my connection to her.