dark poems
a mum’s vow
ink on paper, hand on heart
we all must die – so give me a head start.
i’ll skip along ahead and ready your room
six feet under, i’ll prettify your tomb.
when it’s your turn, i’ll unlock the soil –
the quicksand will churn, your bell will toll.
you’ll find u have perfect eyesight, and no need for food
but if your worries haven’t ceased, u have died a fool.along the way
Wide open spaces, join me there.
Lie beside me a while, breathe in the air.
I’ll breathe with you, I’ll do my best,
As I remember sobs and whimpering gasps.i can’t touch you, i never will
you don’t know me, stranger in the field
but had you come by, two hours before
things would have been so different, so purei wouldn’t have screamed those sounds of despair
wouldn’t have known i would beg for air
wouldn’t have shared the intimacy of red
as i gurgled in terror, and my gashed chest bledi would have met you, become your friend
you’d have given me a ride, you’d be my godsend
and i would have been your bride someday
our future, unlocked, by my going astraybut his car came first, in the decided universe
apart, yet together, our paths have diverged
i linger just to meet you, because i had seen
post-life – our love, all that we could have beenDo you see the ladybug, perched on that leaf?
Do you wonder at its fresh redness, do you smell the sin?
Perhaps you’re growing uneasy, you stand to go
I don’t blame you, my would-have-been lover, not I, no.I hear your breath grow ragged, I hear your keys turn
At the spatter of ladybugs, my raw inelegance.
I hear your strangled cry, I hear the tires screech,
I look at you, as my body hardens in a ditch.Goodbye stranger, reclaim your sunshine
I’ll always be your dead girl, your gruesome find.the already-eaten
If I dress myself as cake,
And eat myself up
There’d be none left for vultures
Thinks my foolish beating heart.If I dress myself as cake,
And act like a nut
I might confuse the vultures
Recasts that foolish, foolish heartBut the vultures have come and gone
Oh my delirious heart
And you’re pumping out last thoughts
in a spreading pool of blood.morbid girl helps mama bird
through the window a bird flew in
at her desk a girl sat and trilled:
why have you come birdie?“to nest my babies in you,” it said.
so the girl gutted herself
and offered it a nest of her entrails.