Rose Garlands in your hair smell fresh.
The day you were born was a rancid day.
You brought clouds to bay.
In your garden with dead dolls did you play.

Fire circles. Your halo.
Play low. Hide.
The fairies won’t come outside: to dance,
If they see your face.
Transformance.
Take a chance.
Hide low,
Watch them glow.
Their shimmering light, never yours.
Your crooked smile makes them suspicious.

Innocence had left you long ago.
Low, blow, show.
Show your scars.
Your burnt hands.
Your eyes transformance.

When I speak you look away.
Your eyes grey.
Blackbird song.
Too long. My tongue tires. I breathe sweat.
Die. A lovely death.

I shall keep my rose garlands.
You shall not see fairies.
I shall build my doll house.
Twigs and leaves.

Nature calls.
You rot six feet deep.
Too shallow, you show.
Your bone marrow.

Thank you.
My cancer dies.
I shall no longer hide inside.
I shall challenge your storms.
The sun shines.

See, see me.
Be dead, feel.
crawling maggots.