The Dirty Heroine~

Now the dreams they spilled their contents bare

at her naked feet and threadbare pain

empty save for his old hands

that she now realized, could not withstand

her decadent indulgent rain

the basket at her feet, her bane

she smiled and leaned deep in his bruise

her lavender chemise, reused

to dab the stain beneath his chin

she parted her mulberry lips

“I’m so tired of your bones, breaking me apart for prose,

I want a softer life now, please, one without your bleak disease

I’ll even settle for a lie, risk a man and his goodbye

I’ll swallow every bitter pill if you let me wear my human will.”

 

Now the monster in his beauty fair

inclined his head to her despair

his claw it drew her down a line

against his brutal appetite

he leaned in close, he leaned in hard

to draw his tongue across her scars

he pressed his smile into her palm

her ecstasy therein embalmed

“Princess in your slippered pain, I raise my glass to you, so brave

to come to me adorned in ash, your seduction to entrance

I’ll grant you here a place to sin, where markers blur the soul with skin

where you and I have come at last to be what always meant to pass.”

 

Now the monster took her fragile wrists

and raised them to their fated twist

and the girl just smiled through pain with poise

and blossoms etched her stone with prose

his eyes of glass pulled her through anguish

into a fable to fall through, to languish

on a bed of moss where violets scream

and a butterfly gives up her tears

“You came back, we knew you would, to this place where they first stood

where they bent to every flame of lash eating down the girl of ash

we knew you’d one day come to pass before the shattered looking glass

and bow to every puzzle edged for sins like this must be avenged.”

 

Now the girl she stroked the monsters back

as he folded  corners to be packed

her face in profile, sharp as his

her blood a winding trellis, bliss

“What you have given I have held, inside my lute, I am compelled

to return to you the letter sealed, the secret opened to be healed.”

and the story in his hand unfolded, his origami soul emboldened

but she just shook her head in grief, grief that hinted  plush relief

“Monster mine, oh monster fair, rarest faun to wear my stain

I have come into my own at last, did you ever doubt my heart’s contrast

and now that I am on my knees, will Pandora come with keys

to unlatch my blood from wounded bliss, to unleash my dirty heroine?”

 

A moment rare and undefined

a faun, a girl, a moon aligned

a sword in stone, a culture’s blood

a woman, a Cadillac, a smoking gun

driving down a body bare

a road unwinding

for

her

to flame

the stain

what a game

what a price

to pay

to play . . . .

 

 

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Reviews

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

You are a great storyteller Selene..you give us an imagery with your words which is so very lucid,and you write with such vigor and vibrancy.This was very fast paced..and there were a lot of things happening at a time,only you could have executed this well..:)

[Pikachu]

the ignorance the bliss the price we are willing to ignore just for that thrill and what we pay when we mess up beautiful write

[Ed Hart]

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