The Inside Of My Pocket Watch~

The inside of my pocket watch

Heart

Is cobalt blue

They hold the tears of an eleven year old girl

Who found salvation in cirrus clouds

And a sky filled with cotton balloons

To catch her fall upward

From an inverted world

When the monster’s pupil slit for her

And her alone

How privileged was she

To be his next victim

Hardly

But this is a fairy tale

No?

So let’s try to find a happy ending

As she stands

Framed

By Time

Thigh deep in concrete

A pearl in her branches

Supported by little more

Than a spider’s thread. . . .

Arachnid took pity on her

Crawled out of the upper corner of the basement

Distracting her

Spinning silver light against the backdrop

Of the blood moon

While Beetle found a crevice

At the monster’s feet

And gave his life for hers

Because the crunch was enough to disgust

The disgusting monster

His fine leather shoe sole

Sullied

Sullied, she

Found her voice

It matched the sirens

The house took its roots a breath above the ground

Her collapse into diamonds

Scabbed knees in blood

One shot

Two shot

She peeled the gold blossoms from the branches of her bones

Placed them

With her tears

Inside

A pocket watch;

Was this liberation

Or a sort of deeper trap

Who knows

But they always wanted to see her cry

To prove that she was human

 

 

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Reviews

[OT]

ooo I love this one - the story - sad - the descriptions are brilliant - "She peeled the gold blossoms from the branches of her bones" - the anti fairytale - a girl of sin and sorrow - the beetle giving its life for her - it's all so morose almost - melancholic - tim burton-esque ha! bravo!! I love - "but they always wanted to see her cry to prove that she was human"

[Brad]

not a fairy tale at all, but a clearing of the mist that veils the nature and past of an 11 year old girl trapped in a grown woman's body

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

You could turn this fascinating poem into one wicked movie... some very dark abstract images in this poem.

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Creepy sad cool!

[Cafe Reader]

You are today's voice for peeling back fairy tales! Beautiful, Selene, your writing and you.


But they always wanted to see her cry
To prove that she was human




But she never does cry.

[SpokenWord]

The last line reminds me of many things while growing up, we are told not to cry because it is a weakness but then when we don't cry, we are told we are heartless. So tears prove that we are human or humane?

If only we all had beatles that would gladly give their crunchy lives for us to live satisfying our own monsters within us. Your fairy tales are always so modern so impactful. This one makes me think of us being our own monsters and our own victim for some reason.

Nicely done with a golden pen that weaves the increadible imagination of a true poet.

[LilyT]

Everything about this is stunning. You exist on a level few could, or would ever dare to touch.

These lines prove you are so much more than your average human being, and a gift, a true gift.
Arachnid took pity on her
Crawled out of the upper corner of the basement
Distracting her
Spinning silver light against the backdrop
Of the blood moon
While Beetle found a crevice
At the monster’s feet
And gave his life for hers

[Dream Weaver]

An unbelievable piece of poetic brilliance.
as always Selene, well composed and powerful…