Oops, Juliet

Not all beautifully dark and romantic tragedies such as Romeo and Juliet can work out in the end. This broken girl is about to find that out in the most irritating of fate's wicked ways...

              Oops, Juliet

Scenic was the tenebrific girl that yawned her body over the ashen clad bones of a piano,
Her posture that of a picturesque china doll struck down but still maintaining grace, one arm over her stomach and one above her head as if she were preparing to do a piroette on the glossy slab,
She sat under a crepuscular sky and in the heart of a beauitfully theatrical forest,
Bound together and beaded with tree trunks, flowers and foliage,
Where the leaves fell and were disposed towards her glowing porcelain flesh,
Exposed at points such as her faded blue cheeks and her lolita corset kicked up to reveal her thighs,
A tear of scarlet ran down her left,
It shot contrast into the sky with a brilliancy that blinded the queen of gothica,
And the girl just stared up at the cloud graven sky,
She blinked slowly and parted her heart shaped lips;

For a black rose was shivering tremulously in her right palm which grasped its spine and strangled it until she was sure it could weep black over the blood stained gap in her stomach,
Its job was to suck out whatever life she had in her in a rapacious fashion of course for black was the colour of what colour looked like when colour died,
The knife on the floor of the forest took most of the credit however,
Alas, black love and black tragedy is and will always be a beautiful one,
We cannot help that,
And as the twilight grew heavier and the falling leaves were slowing in the stickyness of it all,
Only her dying eyes could pay attention to the well dramatized detail and fragments of life that would have passed by in an instant otherwise,
Somewhere Alice's pocket watch stopped working;
                       ...
This oddish potent girl let the rose go then,
And found a great saddistic pleasure in the gasping and bleating that the immortal named death left her with as he knelt over her and knocked her breathless with his kiss,
She shook with the freeze of dulling in the sanguine pinot splash that lay under her like a silken table cloth over her instramental death bed,
It made the piano blush intensely,
The forest was embellished in opium pollies the girl realised when her head cocked up a little as a result of death's animalistic lust for her,
This made her laugh!
Reason! She thought as now she knew insanity was not the sole contracter of her dank deed,
A blue tincture infected her sight,
Death breathed it on her in a coarse wheeze,
And night collapsed upon her in a sudden thud,
Along with the new knowing of the poetry entertwined with what she had done,
"My Romeo" She smiled up at the cimmerian sky smugly,
And then turned her head to watch her fallen lover sleeping,
Baring a twin lacuna in his stomach just as she;

Thanks to the silvery spit of the moon and the back fire of racing stars,
Everything seemed more lavished, waxed and defined tonight,
Her unhealthy caprice was forshadowed long ago by the unearthly lullaby she had whispered to her lover,
Fingertips slipping against the piano teeth,
She beamed in rememberance,
Her beam was forever dimming now,
Like fireflies jarred and growing old,
The moon sifted through the pale eyed smog as a deluge began,
It dampened her hair but she wore it as if it were expensive,
Determined on climaxing with a beauty that would haunt those who found her,
Her eyes shut and her torso juttered its last off beat jutter;

Though unknown to the gothic doll, draped and extended inanimatedly over the bone of the piano, saturated in red neon juice,
Below her the lover she once though spent by her own smooth hands was instead not yet done,
And if that impish child named fate were to scurry by and make an arrogant remark on this preformance,
Surely, it would be as followed;

"Oh Juliet, sweetie...your Romeo shall be quite late"

                   Oops.
                 Because who can trust the beauty of a tragedy these days?

Author's Note

My first attempt, enjoy!!!! Be kind but honest, please XD
Thanks!

Reviews

[PyroKitty24]

Interesting and unusual style. It was written beautifully, and it makes me wonder where you got the idea. I'd have to say the last stanza was my favorite

[Juliet]

Great twist. :) I really enjoyed reading this piece. Lots of brilliant imagery without it being too over the top. Excellent write.