princess cut
porcelain mannequin swathed in
a ream of silk
kissed in an amethyst mist,
dipped in moonlight's milk,
pearls hug her wrist--
there it sits,
little vein where all the pain
hits
from the
gold-plated
switchblade,
shiny with her palm's sweat
tucked in a cashmere blanket.
not a princess is she,
but a pitiful wench
who cuts the sleeves of her dress
until her sheets, with red, drench
what a m e s s.
where does sorrow hide?
where in paradise does it reside?
rubies spill out her skin;
diamonds from her eyes!
how dare she lay in vain
and feign disdain
over a champagne migraine;
how can she not get it through her
pretty
little
brain
that she has everything and more,
ungrateful whore.
with no use of her mind
and no purpose to find
surely even the princess
will embrace
emptiness.
Languish (a pantoum)
A fond gaze pierces through her blatant lies,
She’ll never blend with the other faces,
For her desperation has been gracious,
A relation the strain of time defies.
She’ll never blend with the other faces,
The brief glimpse of trust she feigned, I despise,
Their honesty has cowered in disguise,
For her desperation has been gracious.
The brief glimpse of trust she feigned, I despise,
Mirth keeping us shackled, she erases,
Space I stole in her heart, she replaces
Their honesty has cowered in disguise.
Mirth keeping us shackled, she erases,
We pitifully clutch our withered ties,
For I’ll never move past her, I surmise,
Space I stole in her heart, she replaces.
Shot
Nuzzled in a pulsing crevice
Is a silver capsule lost in
Moist--
Bleary silence hummed,
and upon the nervous twitch of her thumb,
Screamed deafeningly.
Trickling maroon
Fjord in her chest overflows,
Besting the vermillion moon;
Fingers unfurl amidst balmy lull,
Peeling lips agape as she lay
Poised--
Silent hymn murmured,
and upon the gentle flutter of lids,
Bleated vehemently.
Crimson river
Creeps up her throat,
Sloshing with a quiver;
Choking on a garbled farewell
Before her last breath was
Voiced--.