Hell Hath No Fury

I watched my flesh and blood decay,
Before my eyes.
Smoking their efforts for perfection,
Burning their lips for a heavenly high.
Death wasn't an option,
like divorce wasn't in the 50's.
Migraines and aches in the stomach. Acid reflux.

I watched them decay.
Rotting inside out like fruit in wastebaskets.
Sitting on rooftops dreaming of contemporary artists.
I am a worker, she says. Oh, are you?

White, black. Nothing in between.
No gray. No lines in the middle.
No ultraviolet rays like microscopic organisms
that beat to keep you alive.
A life inside a life inside a life. Palahniuk had a point,
"A copy of a copy of a copy." He wasn't insane.

I saw her lie for the sake of a
little piece of mind.
For the sake of redemption. Her own redemption.
Throwing herself off of an
8 story building, filming herself and
dreaming about how spectacular
it would be. To splatter.

To splatter her turpentine
all over the foggy streets of Westchester.
Drinking peroxide and hoping it'll
heal like holy water did after
Christ gave himself up. Christ, crucified.

I watched her spray lemon on her wounds,
spraying salt water. Ouch.
Burning, burning, burning.
To feel something, to feel a starry dynamo
in her pores. To feel her skin cells burst.
Becoming hypertonic. Hypotonic. Isotonic.
Biological senses tingling and rising.
For a little piece of mind.

I've seen her abuse. Touch. Bite.
I am not numb, she says. I am not a
piece of brick. I am cells, cells inside
cells inside cells inside atoms
inside all nonsense.
Corrupt, corrupt, corrupt.
Repetitive beating, purple.
Broken pillars that once held
this home.

Reviews

[Karen D Reeves]

Only read two of your pieces so far and already know I'm gonna love the rest. So probably won't be commenting on any more, at least for awhile, for fear you will think me obsessed and a potential stalker. Damn, you're good.