Dacinda Riland
Long dark hair
Green eyes
Long legs that could ride
A 100 miles in a snow storm
A bullseye shot
Cabin born
Still a woman in love
Can be a woman scorned
A Bank Robbers darling
Left in the vault when the sheriff came by
Left alone to die
Barely breathing
Leaving nothing behind
But a picture of her sweetheart and an old worn coat
She will dare you to take her by the hand
Wrapped up in ribbon and contraband
She will promise you wisdom
She will promise you wealth
She will promise you fame
She will shame and blame you
For showing up again
The trick is to look down
Don’t look in her eyes
You will drown
In her sorrow
Her anger
Her bitterness spent
In this low lying limbo
No remorse just lament
She says
Put me back together
Put me in your whisper
Put me in your shout
Put me in the middle of your worried house
Haunted visions
Tattooed rhythms
Clanging the cymbals
Banging the drum
Listen to the hum
Angry words
Leap from this damsel's tongue
Screaming lungs
Breathing in the shape you’re in
She wants you for
A bright future
A great escape
A cold suture
To stitch the scar
Deep and long down this road she’s on
The letters she left in the attic back home
The basement stairs
The panic
Living down there
With the bats
Doctors eyes
Goodbyes good byes
She’s the ghost of the Big River City Bank Vault
