jezebel,
i've been waiting with roses and a farewell.

your curtain call came cowering
through and when you bowed,
i swore i could see the etchings.

i've been pondering our memories,
amidst lamplight and candle light,
amidst the folly and presumptions.
those that we cashed in on,
the ones we sold ourselves to.

my collar had diamonds,
yours was made of silk.
they paraded you around the circus rut,
tombs and gravestones cackling like the devil.
your throat was barred for fangs and nightmares,
each less than the other.

they came,
they came on white horses, with muskets and
doomsday advice.
you bent, you broke, and i
was crushed beneath the weight
of all the things that
have been lodged between
serum and scars.

09/19/2004

Author's Note: kim decina.

Posted on 09/20/2004
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