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Collette Abatta Oct 2011
Their winter shadows, shrouded
Frozen freak statues
Part milk; a ****** virtual vision void

Snow Queen--bone fiend
My mother is beautiful
Her skin like blue wax
And grey ash
She sings a deep sleep
Singing though an aching forest

It's a riddle, you know
O, with my mind blanking out
So cold...sunlight dims
My bare limbs...I white out

....air so still...
Am
I
dead?
A museum relic laid open, pinned down

Eternity is a real thing
And Mother is a snow fiend.

The powdered white dream of me--
Somewhere, there is a tree crying
It's overgrown with crystal
(and frozen things shatter)

True time surges in:
A storm mauling everything
True time purges it--
All chaos, all icy knives
And wind-driven mist
Demon kissed paradise

My body is salted with pain
My body bathed in acid rain
Naked
Trembling
Cold stone
All alone

I am the woman of the iron lake
I awake, raw under a bitter sky
The moon is a still life tonight
Caught in an iron tree
Like a pearl of jealousy
1995-ish
Collette Abatta Oct 2011
Too much reality for one night
Let me carry this mask
Let me hold it to my face.
I am proof--
Proof from all
(You cannot interject, I will not have it)
Drink absolute of my cliche:
The Answer is at the bottom of this chalice--
It is my grail , as I am frail
Limping toward Arthur
The lamb that he seemed
The trick more ancient
Than the landscape can remember.
Collette Abatta Oct 2011
To wear a man as a yolk
'cross my shoulders
My steps slow,
The load becomes too heavy
I hated it.
This is what is meant to be, I thought
What it all means...
Without, I a empty and alone,
     Right?
           Right?

I fall to my knees, and then to my hands.
From there, it is but a short distance,
Slowly settling down to the breast of the earth.
I press my brow to the moist soil,
With an ancient, wearied sigh

I sleep for years this way
A layer of moss across my cheek,
Saplings root into my scalp
And grow to mature trees
A small spring welled up beside me,
On the eroding banks,
My hand tumbled over and in.
It has become somewhat amphibious, I think
The giant, melted into her own landscape,
Full of inertia,
Full of dilute acid
Dreaming of being awake.
Collette Abatta Oct 2011
There will be regret, so much regret, I know this
          Yet
The alien thoughts of rebirth quickens in my gut, thickly moving with determined osmosis, to drive the very tides of my blood
To ultimately insinuate itself
Into the fibers of my nervous system.
Climbing up and into the pithy stem
To feel with my starry-ed synapses, to see with my own eyes
The parasite's willowy dendra
Protectively cupping the soft mass of my brain,
Tenderly releasing biochemical panaceas
   --The Mother of me--
I rise, a new creature,
Half of me mercifully dead,
Full of possibilities.

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