Mary Jane

Wrapped in cellophane
her body an empty cavern
an embodiment of losses
tastes of bitter Mary Jane
Holland.

Baby miracle of life
a stab in the dark
a twisted knife
to the heart, breathe
Me.

Life had stained her
a reflection upon,
a broken glass mirror
a blue mooned
Sky.

Tornado fires; paper dresses
deep volcanos filled to the brim
ashes & dust
tears bring pain
burns holes in
Skin.

Cleansing comes
blood oozing out
attacking this monster
living inside
python green eyes
Robotic.

Dancing with demons
poisonous addictions
hells aftermath
skulls, crossbones
signify splintered
Souls.

 
Yours for slaughter,
surrendered in this wasteland
my mind created
when you were first
Gone.

Butterflies cover *******
love hearts & roses,
form tattoos across,
my spine, enviously decorating
this bare form, one alive, one
Ghost.

Drink me up, make it quick,
**** me dry, dear Carmen
please don't cry
it's all an alibi, one that
Sings.

A lullaby; a secret way out
how tranquil it leaves me
a baby lulled to sleep, I
call you Mary Jane
Holland.

My lover, my life,
it's nothing more, I
am at one, with stars we name
in this infinite
Universe.

If I am a star above
& you are named as one too
we will never be lost
wrapped together, conceiving
Constellations.

That is why I want to sit
with you, on the roof
top of my car, out in the abyss
of my surroundings
&

Stare above, sing a lullaby
of my love, count those stars
until claimed & soothed we fall
into the slumber of love.

Only a cloud can carry
& awake anew to
the rising of the sun
an abstraction deferring
multifaceted realities.


© Sia Jane