The Hourglass W***e

When heavy-hearted, does the wind blow through you,

in hesitations, and spells adorning your shoes.

So Platform stacked, looking ten feet tall,

my darling,

you're growing small.

 

 

dress so tight, you had said

"he is mine

tonight".

The mic to set the stage,

and your legs to set the age, they phrase it

 

 

because all these times are challenging us.

They rip us to shreds, waiting for the bills

of on-comers to line our pockets and hardy pills,

to open like diamonds,

bunched up like salt,

and you're carving us out

with that hole in your throat,

you took us to town

just to burn down our homes,

wake us at night,

and without you

we find that our lives

 

 

are chilled to the bone.

Author's Note

Some of us have been visited by the hourglass whore. Others live by her. She comes at night to invite us into the world of sin and when her time runs out, then so do those that follow. She is the shadow of fate.

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

Great ! A poem that literally forced me to work through it a few times. Well paced, interesting,a poem that for some reason intrigues me. I`ll read it often. Well done.