Saving Frost Bitten Orchids 1.24.

1.24.

I letter to
my Mother

I think
I might
make it this
time around

I’ll be a
big star
I’ll get my
big break
Made it to
Hollywood
Sorry for
stealing
your old mans
car

I'll be living
in allies that
hide between
Northern boulevards
and old forgotten
concrete dreams

Lavender and
caviar
Cologne and
cigars
Taboo and
mischief
Using cheap
lipstick
Rewriting the
hit lists

I'll become that
last world
wonder
that echos
forever
pushing rhythmic
sounds
beyond safe
limits

This is risky
business
Practicing my
divine
debut lines
Telling the
story of a
girl
blessed with
bad habits
God given
talents
looks that
seduced
and words
that produced
death sentences
that tempted
the Devils final
trill

So good bye
fair well
For now
Mother dear

This time
I’m taking my
place
accepting my
fate
In my bare
feet
I’m taking center
stage
For my grand
finale
as a vintage
silver-screen
Queen