FairyBones~

The moon made me do it!

at risk

I lie well, don't I?

hereby

negating me

microchip in me

recline here in a tangle of strips

of my own taut skin

printing myself a new story

taking blood coup inventory

the Ink does not tell fables!

memory enabled

it reshapes the stories

from devastation into glory

I am a master at taking the ugly

while the monster looks on smugly

working the beautiful

from the distasteful

birthing syntax magic

from the body tragic

do I make it . . .

acceptable??!!

making others

susceptible??!!

and that last

on my knees

mind split in three

fists in the hollow plains

beneath my ribs

my belly in recall

the ivory crib

rocking

shocking

no one walks here!

one did

did she overhear?

was that her blood story

buried in dirt allegory?

push the platter off the table

mad girl hatter

terrified of getting fat and fatter

tip the top hat

tipsy

dizzy

clawed fingers

trace rivulets

at the center of soul, a curved stinger

they forget

me not!

my stain your spot!

shattered cheeks

cheeky

they say, you're so exotic

freaky

they task me

they ask me

does that hurt, Seleneieeeee baybee?

I pounce

too late now to just renounce

tear your mind out

shout out

does that hurt??!!

oh, suddenly I disconcert?

they should have named me Agony

having mixed my alchemy

them knowing my  genetic fate

I was bait

but Selene

ahh now that is more fanciful

to masticate the golden rule

the moon made them do it!

let's chew it

over

they lied well

banquets at the gates of hell

I believed every drop

crucified on top

but my body knew better

in bones, it wrote it's letters

decades milling me

gilding me

chilling me

into nothing

 

but fairy bones . . . .

 

 

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Reviews

[George Korolog]

This is a poem that "sounds." As a reader, you're drawn into the sounds as much as the words, which is quite an accomplishment. Are you a musician? Like others, I thought that the piece was extremely well crafted and you also utilized vivid imagination with such lines as "Seleneieeeee baby." and "tip the top hat," which really drew me in as a personal voyeur. Liked this very much.

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

Beautifully written as always. The words mixed wonderfully together to tell a story..

[LA Lorena]

what can possibly be said that has not already been said by those that came before? As always, your poem is full of imagery,masterful dialogue and that Selene magik, and leaves the reader spell bound in awe. (Mad)Hats off to you!

[David W Moore III]

So you decided to rip open a vein as well. This is the reason I dubbed you the machine-gun surrealist. Fast and hard hitting all at once. I'm spun around and mortally wounded. When you put out your claws, watch out.

[Amy Bumpas]

There is strength here to overcome, and that you did....

[Ed Hart]

this is a very sad story...a girl dragged into and made into an ongoing cruci-fiction, so that the life took a savage form until there was nothing left but fairy bones, and, of course those eyes, and that heart, that still remembers

[Dream Weaver]

Love the title...and all the ensuing magic madness that follows...

[*~DreamDeamon~*]

Poem left me speechless. Wow. Thats amazing

[OT]

oooo this was an explosion! haha the images quick and fast - like they've just flowed in one big go (as I imagine they did!) - the consistency - the rhymes here and there - the tone - sarcastic at times, hurt at others - you have so much going on in this one! it's playful and whimsical at parts too - it's just a big twisting poem ha - hitting fast and hard - such a sad tale - the girl forced and pushed! bravo!

[LilyT]

Your experimental forms are gripping. The words rip straight through the awareness and touch something deeper than most writers could ever hope to go.

does that hurt, Seleneieeeee baybee?

I pounce

too late now to just renounce

tear your mind out

shout out

does that hurt??!!

oh, suddenly I disconcert?

they should have named me Agony

having mixed my alchemy

them knowing my genetic fate

I was bait


But in the end it's you who has chained them with the beautiful rivers from your soul.

[Matthew Kult]

A look into the inner soul. A what cost did it take it's toll?

You have a beautiful way about you, even when all seems angry and lost, you find a way to sparkle it up, even while you are being brought down.

Regards,

Matthew