halo gone noose

that samesilver angelring

(tinsel and tinfoil

hovering overhead at six)

slipped at sixteen

when badboys and too much talk

put her in cornersdark

and she could only climb out

through the noose,

but headfirstfast it cinched 

wiretight around her neck

petalsoft, breaking blue pools

under swimcold skin,

a creaking beam a squeak-- 

rhythm swinging in silence.

Reviews

[lizzie]

This is so interesting.