the audacity
of imitating suffering
wealthy with despair
uphill dance of dizzying
daunting aura of smoke
the devilish proclamation
for her happiness
does not speak
does not know how to spell
the careful concern
or how to decipher good intentions…
I’ve watched a rotten thing
dressed as a woman
fester into an insecure smile
bewitched and broom struck
a bed of snakes and used condoms
she lay, as a mess would.
be weary, the easily bamboozled
and bewildered, dangerous with
self infliction, of spoiled things.
you will wake sick and fevered
ill minded and furied into sadness
and forget you of a healthy heart.