winter reminders
Somewhere between heaven and hell,
her mind’s cocooned to the confines of a purgatory.
Sweet honey teardrops roll from a glistening well
of existential heartache and gives unholy glory
to her woeful, dreary-laden confessions.
She’s drifting through an asphalt jungle
looking for the iron-runged ladder
that will carry her to an angel-infused fungal
dream where hazy faces grin insane, nothing matters.
Why do we feel so alone?
She hallucinates a fluttering house of cards
kaleidoscoping into ashes after carefully controlled doses.
Sleepless, she punches her pillow so hard
it screams labels onto her every neurosis.
Through the gaps in her teeth she croons
absurdities about her supposed beloved.
They switched masks, becoming ugly pantaloons,
abandoning stage to recklessly covet
her secrets and lovers.
They rob you when you’re drunk, and raw.
She never really liked her skinny bones,
but figured the red dirt would create a pretty contrast.
From the hollowed guts of life’s dark undertones
she cooked a feast and ate it with crass
observation of her closeted vanity.
Icy lockjaw phrases float on air
usually so thick with hopeless faith.
Time has cursed her throat with winter’s despair
so in the moonlight she bathes
to drown away guilty emissions of anxious thought.
It’s not your fault.
It’s not your fault.
She adored the way the sunlight and darkness
could never touch
and imagined she was somewhere in the middle,
pirouetting in gray rainbows.