glad siren
TW: // allusion to guns, death, mental health
i pulled the trigger
and placed the dime
on your plate
she was drowning
in the flames
words
struck the match
to relate by
stargazers
'nd pot-
stealers
her heart
was stolen
by the whites
in a diamond eye
and crystallised
skin - it beams
to heat : to hold
it was dewy;
the prodding finger
in an empty
room she
thought'd
be her
tomb
waiving through
the numbered
cards her
eyes said "yes" to.
she
thought
she was broken-hearted —
that's what the world had told her to be;
she 'had' to be broken-hearted
(or lack the face to smile)
except-
her brain was
a mess
in grey matter
and duct-tape-
not pretty
but works
well
and 'she' was well
in a sense-
she wanted to kiss you
in the moment:-
a petalled lapel
on a creamed
shoulder;
swans pressing
heads together
and fingers airing
hearts
she wanted
to push her head
into yours
to feel what your face feels like
(to feel what your skin feels like)
it was-
that day
you bought her
flowers;
she was crying
and you felt bad
so you picked
the pricked
rose-bush thorns with
redeemed marigold
and handed them to her;
tears
she wanted you to know that;
the scene
overplayed
by a bleeding brain
thought to bother
her brother in
boxes filled
by picture
frames —
your portrait was there
green-screened
between
shredded oak
and wood glue,
painted
in the long-forgotten
water colours on
coffee-stained
parchment -
she misses that cat
you know?
his snowball hair;
her nail-scratched skin
and the broken nail
he chewed
when she fell
and she fell hard
a dime on her chest
and scraps in her head/...
edgy bloom
lilac violet
idle lily
