Like little droplets
Of blood,
Temptation dangles,
Like it was made
To fit
In this palm of mine.
Like a hand
Jutting out,
It pulls me hard.
Like a theif
In the night,
It steals my resistance.
Pandora's box is
Opened, and
Death's kiss
Meets my lips.
I know its poison,
But still,
I bite.
Once upon a time
I was a pumpkin,
Orange and plump,
Happy and safe, but
Easily trampled underfoot.
I then became a flower,
Fragile and sweet,
But strongwilled and
defiant to the storms. But
Still fleeting in the winter cold.
I died quickly and
was reborn a bird
Free and proud,
But small and still so helpless.
The winds blew me off the ice
And the waves crushed me.
I opened to live again,
And I was a princess.
Beautiful hair, gowns and jewels.
Towers and walls and
A prince to
Save me from dangers.
Would they have guessed the
Danger was in myself?
After I fell from the steeple,
I became the southwind.
I flew the whole earth,
Had no heart to feel
No hands to hurt myself,
but could punish those who
Trampled me
Who froze me
Who pushed me.
Then the moon died and I
Once again did so too.
I awoke a star.
drifting endlessly
Watching in the dark
Finally light
Finally beautiful and unreachable
Untouchable.
I could burn with rage
Or with joy.
A kelidescooe of blue above,
Light dancing in the water.
I drift down
Down
Further down,
Weightlessly sinking below waves
Unknown under the surface.
Hands plunge into the abyss
Reaching to bring me back.
Up
Up
Up to the world of glass and stone.
Voices, urgent, beg for return.
The ocean envelopes me,
The seaweed, like tentacles, pull
Deeper,
Deeper,
Even deeper.
Rainbowed orbs of air swim high
From my throat, taking my soul
In bits and pieces
Toward heaven.
A stone hidden within my ribs
Embraces gravity's tug,
Allows no struggle,
Just gentle submission to the blue
Seplechure housing all
Past shipwrecked memories and
Loves.
All still.
Still.
So still.
