wish little lights above!
swish – wish
upon the golden sparkle she calls
the devil, her friend
crisp cloth rustle
hustle and bustle – overrun yellow city cars
O, bright light, cry! hear her!
this girl knows of love as non-existent.
shove and shiver –
snap! the shovel
in the old lady-gardener’s hands
is turning green with hate,
and her battlefield of flora
o’erridden with the great
while the Monster drinks her blood –
gory gulp of glory!
this girl invited them to grace
her land with horror thus!
so the girl picks up the cloth and
extracts its frays –
burnt from the magic;
stained with a deep iron shade-of-red –
from the hands of her friend
and sews it into
the lady-gardener’s shoulder blades.
strings in her head and
holes in her heart and
blades in her feet –
have the yellow cars heard the girl’s wish
so she wishes
and watches as
the old lady-gardener is hung from the green bed frame with
buttons as eyes
and a threaded smile –
her tasty rotten squiggly fibrous insides –
the Monster tears her breasts
and feeds it to the girl’s friend
originally published: 26 Sept 2015