You wipe dried blood from your eyes
taking lines off my stomach
we stayed up too late, and too long
imitating beauty

from the den to the orchid
bare chested and tragic
I was the queen in another life
and you fathered my broken children

model my clothes for me boy
pouting and posing
too wrecked to even notice
when the ceiling imploded

happiest in the gutter
dictating the standards
I burnt that girl by accident, maybe
retalliation for your unfaithful bending?

You spun further than I was willing to go
knowing my reign was closing in
so as the curtain came down to close the show
I pierced your heart with one last hit.

I think this is my favorite by you. Very succinct. An easy read, but still a stirring one. I didn't stumble over a line. Very good.

my fav by you aswell

this is great, woman! so much your style, you can convey such violence in such beautifully sad ways...