Hazardous
The sugar bowl is
Filled with
Dead flies.
Sweetness turns to
Darkness,
In the blink of three eyes.
I cry again,
Making sugar cubes
From
Frozen tears.
A bittersweet
Melody
Embraces my ears.
Spin, swinging,
Snapped.
Grin, bringing,
Gifts of
Melted electrical wire.
A shaken body
That is my own
Like a marionette dancing
Before a throne.
Eyes of jealousy shun my
Feet
As an astronaut fails
To consume
My sordid treat.
Shatter
The flexible
Soul.
No better are your
Cotton quills
Than the heart
Within this whole.
The soft
Purity I swallow
Slips through my
Brittle grasp
Like a
Cactus in
A blender
Like a neverending
Fast.
A rubber
Stamp of
Righteous duty,
With ink of acid rain,
Applied
Internally, underestimated
The decaying silk parade.
*~Jacklynn
