Lie down beside her crux sambac dreams were never for me A woman says to me you’ve hidden in your room away from people, where you starve yourself your black circles under your eyes are roots not like roses, bedded by your veil foolish, I hid because I was afraid of people I hid because I was tired of people. I’m a woman now, and the child thorns at your words like a blood-berried whiskey the jade in her eyes was my death; white-laced, your satin red fits in my mind flirts with a summer virulence turns at the moon thus cheating women into flowers she does not understand or know who I am that’s a risk in itself like Polaris above the dark, eating at a black heart shunning her hands as they bleed; I am mad I cheat with words like a maniac I put them in a dead box downing them, smoking them until it’s worthless—she crawls into each lie, was it not of a duchess who deathmongers poetically her people but loves them all the same? new-born, old-born, you have to understand it’s not the same peddle your words say I’m an addict in my words it’s only how you see me but that’s not me it’s how you see me and sometimes, risks like that lie me down with nothing left to keep but my corvus ghosts. © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
Written 6/08/2021 for dVerse poetics and dedicated to Master Gina. 🙃