Prologue: My leg is my sketchpad and my arm is a knife sharpener. The pen washes off -- my illustrations erased; my arm is scarred -- my knives grow dull.
"ANOTHER MISPLACED EMOTION"
The frozen limbs of a Willow Tree shake and dance in
Your kiss extracts the sweet smell of tangerines.
It sends a snake down my back.
Its movements grip my spine and tears my flesh.
Soon you won't be missing me.
Your thoughts of "us" will be dead.
Enclosed in a poisonous tomb, sealed without a key.
"Your red stiletto-heels do nothing for me," You
Your eyes show me a murderous slide show.
So show me your carniverous face.
"Bleed for me, baby," You said as you swallowed my
child. "I want to taste your fears." You whispered as
you drank the blood from my neck.
(You have permission to kill.)
In the end you leave my body naked in the grass.
I watch through Death's eyes -- you walk with such
You killed me under my favorite tree,
I suppose I should thank you.
"UNFINISHED ONE-NIGHT STAND: ANOTHER WHITE GLITTERY
You look so vulnerable wrapped in that whiskey shot -- I
can almost taste you when I lick my lips.
From across the room I smell your sex.
It swims in rapid movements within my brain, and the
bedpost is the only thing holding me up.
(Mindspeaking with curious eyes...)
Pale, professional hands explore me.
Red, blood-thirsty lips control me.
Beast-like foreplay ignite me.
I died in my favorite position.